Post by jethrothesexybeast on May 13, 2011 17:13:31 GMT -5
It was rare to see the great Jethro Obelisk without his boombox. But to compensate, he was singing Friday (rather off-key) as he walked along, unbothered by the strange looks he was being given.
People for the most part ignored him, believing that he had the crazies and went off doing their own thing. Children watched as he walked by, asking their parents what he was doing and who he was.
After nearly an hour of aimless walking, he decided to sit down on the curb, and watched others pass by, some seeming to be busy, others just enjoying the beautiful day.
A little boy sat on the opposite side of the street, parallel to him. The kid looked to be about eight. Or was he twelve? Oh well. Either way, it seemed to glower at him, blue eyes piercingly bright. And then they turned to a place next to Jethro and glared back at him with all their young might. Jethro looked to where the young boy had, and saw a younger boy sitting next to him, around six or eight years of age. He looked like a smaller version of the older one, only with one blue eye and one green eye. The littler boy was looking at him in wonder, and reached out towards Jethro's face. Jethro leaned in the opposite direction, seeing that the kid's hands were grimey and he really didn't want to get all gross and dirty and have that ewwy stuff on his face.
"Ummm...hello?"
The kid's hand rose up higher, and grabbed a clump of his hair. Jethro's eyes zoomed up as the kid began and rub those icky fingers all over his beautifully clean and perfectly brushed hair. He shuddered, and the kid seemed to laugh and reached both hands around to take the rest of Jethro's long hair and pull it down over his chest.
"Uhhhh...okay...?" Jethro had no clue what to say. Thank you? Pshhhht.
And then the kid started yanking. It wasn't just a small, painless one either. The damn munchkin was pulling really hard. Jethro yelped and stood up quickly. But the kid didn't let go. Oh no. Now the damn thing was hanging off of his hair, ruining it, pulling out hairs, and laughing its ass off.
The other one had a sly grin on his face. He stodd up and clapped, walking over toward them. The second he was within reach, Jethro planted his foot hard into the older little bastard's face and pushed him into the street.
The littler one let go and ran over to the one that had a bloody nose.
Jethro pulled all of his hair to one side and started inspecting it, seeing dirt and dust. He glared at the little boys, and both started crying. Loudly. People were now looking at him as if he, their GOD, was the biggest dickbag ever.
He looked at the boys with contempt, and had a right mind to beat them for their insolence, but instead, he spoke.
"If you want something from someone, just ask, you little dirtbags. Don't go tugging on things you know people wouldn't like you tugging on. You two have parents?"
They both had quieted down to listen, and sniffled as they shook their heads. No.
Orphans, living on the street. It explained their filth. And their lack of respect.
"Look, ya just can't treat people like that, okay? Especially me, since I'm a god. No, I'm God himself! I've just been cast to earth so then I can teach you all how to be the best, most handsome, most beautifully divine, most awesome species ever!"
He laughed dynamically, and fist-pumped the air.
"But God ain't real. If he was real, don'tcha think he woulda helped us out a bit by now? We was here alone forso long. What makes you think we believes you?" The older one said, pouting.
"But I think he's God! How else would he have given me a ride with his scarf?" The littler one said, grinning from ear-to-ear.
His hair...was a scarf? Ooookay then...
"That's why I'm here. I'm here to help people out and stuff. Make everyone feel good, y'know?" Jethro laughed. "Ya just gotta believe."
He got up with a wink and walked away after ruffling the boy's hair. He went back to singing Friday, and thought about how much he absolutely despised dirty, icky homeless people.
And how long it would take to wash that grossness that he felt off of his skin and hair.
Goddamn annoying brats.
DERP!People for the most part ignored him, believing that he had the crazies and went off doing their own thing. Children watched as he walked by, asking their parents what he was doing and who he was.
After nearly an hour of aimless walking, he decided to sit down on the curb, and watched others pass by, some seeming to be busy, others just enjoying the beautiful day.
A little boy sat on the opposite side of the street, parallel to him. The kid looked to be about eight. Or was he twelve? Oh well. Either way, it seemed to glower at him, blue eyes piercingly bright. And then they turned to a place next to Jethro and glared back at him with all their young might. Jethro looked to where the young boy had, and saw a younger boy sitting next to him, around six or eight years of age. He looked like a smaller version of the older one, only with one blue eye and one green eye. The littler boy was looking at him in wonder, and reached out towards Jethro's face. Jethro leaned in the opposite direction, seeing that the kid's hands were grimey and he really didn't want to get all gross and dirty and have that ewwy stuff on his face.
"Ummm...hello?"
The kid's hand rose up higher, and grabbed a clump of his hair. Jethro's eyes zoomed up as the kid began and rub those icky fingers all over his beautifully clean and perfectly brushed hair. He shuddered, and the kid seemed to laugh and reached both hands around to take the rest of Jethro's long hair and pull it down over his chest.
"Uhhhh...okay...?" Jethro had no clue what to say. Thank you? Pshhhht.
And then the kid started yanking. It wasn't just a small, painless one either. The damn munchkin was pulling really hard. Jethro yelped and stood up quickly. But the kid didn't let go. Oh no. Now the damn thing was hanging off of his hair, ruining it, pulling out hairs, and laughing its ass off.
The other one had a sly grin on his face. He stodd up and clapped, walking over toward them. The second he was within reach, Jethro planted his foot hard into the older little bastard's face and pushed him into the street.
The littler one let go and ran over to the one that had a bloody nose.
Jethro pulled all of his hair to one side and started inspecting it, seeing dirt and dust. He glared at the little boys, and both started crying. Loudly. People were now looking at him as if he, their GOD, was the biggest dickbag ever.
He looked at the boys with contempt, and had a right mind to beat them for their insolence, but instead, he spoke.
"If you want something from someone, just ask, you little dirtbags. Don't go tugging on things you know people wouldn't like you tugging on. You two have parents?"
They both had quieted down to listen, and sniffled as they shook their heads. No.
Orphans, living on the street. It explained their filth. And their lack of respect.
"Look, ya just can't treat people like that, okay? Especially me, since I'm a god. No, I'm God himself! I've just been cast to earth so then I can teach you all how to be the best, most handsome, most beautifully divine, most awesome species ever!"
He laughed dynamically, and fist-pumped the air.
"But God ain't real. If he was real, don'tcha think he woulda helped us out a bit by now? We was here alone forso long. What makes you think we believes you?" The older one said, pouting.
"But I think he's God! How else would he have given me a ride with his scarf?" The littler one said, grinning from ear-to-ear.
His hair...was a scarf? Ooookay then...
"That's why I'm here. I'm here to help people out and stuff. Make everyone feel good, y'know?" Jethro laughed. "Ya just gotta believe."
He got up with a wink and walked away after ruffling the boy's hair. He went back to singing Friday, and thought about how much he absolutely despised dirty, icky homeless people.
And how long it would take to wash that grossness that he felt off of his skin and hair.
Goddamn annoying brats.