Post by Sparky Cobalt on May 25, 2007 10:58:38 GMT -5
Sparky walked quietly through the greenhouses, in a much better mood than usual. Perhaps walking outside had cleared his mind or something. Or maybe he was just so deep into his obsession that his brain had created some kind of thought crushing paradox that left him unable to whine anymore. Whichever it was, Sparky was in a better mood and thankful for it. Forget that the only person he really cared about at the moment seemed to hate him. Forget the fact that apparantly his family was dead. Just focus on..... That flower!
It was a nice flower, all yellow and green and stuff.
Sparky crouched next to the flower, poking it. It didn't react, just sitting there with the 'face' of the flower staring at the ground. He poked it again, and didn't get a reaction. Then again; it was a flower, should he have really expected one? Was it his fault that he was disappointed or was it the flower's?
Maybe that was how he should approach the whole 'Teagan' problem.
Yes!
Success.
It was his fault that he was so torn up over Teagan, because he was so -expectant- of some kind of positive reaction! It was his fault that he felt so horrible recently, because he had been cocky enough to expect Teagan to think the same! Yes! It was all his fault! This made him, of course, a cocky asshole who deserved to die. Grinning as he reached this conclusion, he stood up and pulled a folded piece of paper and a pen [ink was horrible to get all over the place anyways] and started the list.
The list was titled, of course, 'Why I, Sparky X Cobalt, Should Die'. He scribbled furiously at the list, using his own hand as a makeshift 'table'. He had been left without anything smooth to write on enough that he had grown quite used to just write on his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he spotted a large shelf around hip level on which rested one small plant. He shoved it out of the way and placed the paper down, smoothing it out and resumed scribbling.
Among the reasons that were written on the paper were 'I'm a selfish douche' and 'I lack any amount of intelligence at all' and 'No would care anyways, hahah'. Once the paper was full with various other accusations to himself, he shoved the paper to the side and started writing on another, this one titled 'Ways I Could Probably Die'.
After he titled it, Sparky went on yet another furious scribbling rampage, filling the paper quickly. After all, if you use your imagination, ways of killing yourself were horribly obvious. It was like the entire world was made for killing yourself, and in a way, it was. Every day people died, and every day you grew older and much closer to dying. Everyone was simply living on time borrowed, simply avoiding death barely enough to call it 'living'.
On this list were things like 'Go start skipping through that salamadra house' and 'hang myself somewhere in the woods and cover myself in bacon' and 'hell, just go in the woods covered in bacon'. The list went on and on, and when Sparky ran out of space, he turned the page over and resumed scribbling. He sincerely hated writing on the back of anything he had already wrote on, but desperate situations called for desperate measures. When he filled the page out, he smiled happily at it and made his way out of the greenhouse. It was time to try some of these out. Forgetting the other piece of paper entirely, Sparky hummed, holding the second paper and looking for someplace he could find a 'willing person'.
It was a nice flower, all yellow and green and stuff.
Sparky crouched next to the flower, poking it. It didn't react, just sitting there with the 'face' of the flower staring at the ground. He poked it again, and didn't get a reaction. Then again; it was a flower, should he have really expected one? Was it his fault that he was disappointed or was it the flower's?
Maybe that was how he should approach the whole 'Teagan' problem.
Yes!
Success.
It was his fault that he was so torn up over Teagan, because he was so -expectant- of some kind of positive reaction! It was his fault that he felt so horrible recently, because he had been cocky enough to expect Teagan to think the same! Yes! It was all his fault! This made him, of course, a cocky asshole who deserved to die. Grinning as he reached this conclusion, he stood up and pulled a folded piece of paper and a pen [ink was horrible to get all over the place anyways] and started the list.
The list was titled, of course, 'Why I, Sparky X Cobalt, Should Die'. He scribbled furiously at the list, using his own hand as a makeshift 'table'. He had been left without anything smooth to write on enough that he had grown quite used to just write on his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he spotted a large shelf around hip level on which rested one small plant. He shoved it out of the way and placed the paper down, smoothing it out and resumed scribbling.
Among the reasons that were written on the paper were 'I'm a selfish douche' and 'I lack any amount of intelligence at all' and 'No would care anyways, hahah'. Once the paper was full with various other accusations to himself, he shoved the paper to the side and started writing on another, this one titled 'Ways I Could Probably Die'.
After he titled it, Sparky went on yet another furious scribbling rampage, filling the paper quickly. After all, if you use your imagination, ways of killing yourself were horribly obvious. It was like the entire world was made for killing yourself, and in a way, it was. Every day people died, and every day you grew older and much closer to dying. Everyone was simply living on time borrowed, simply avoiding death barely enough to call it 'living'.
On this list were things like 'Go start skipping through that salamadra house' and 'hang myself somewhere in the woods and cover myself in bacon' and 'hell, just go in the woods covered in bacon'. The list went on and on, and when Sparky ran out of space, he turned the page over and resumed scribbling. He sincerely hated writing on the back of anything he had already wrote on, but desperate situations called for desperate measures. When he filled the page out, he smiled happily at it and made his way out of the greenhouse. It was time to try some of these out. Forgetting the other piece of paper entirely, Sparky hummed, holding the second paper and looking for someplace he could find a 'willing person'.