Post by LOVINO VARGAS on Oct 30, 2012 10:10:22 GMT -5
Romano leaned against one of the few trees that stood to decorate the front yard of the Academy, his arms crossed across his chest and his foot tapping the grass underneath impatiently. Every now and then he would choose an object or a person at random and start cussing it out for no other reason than to let out his frustrations and occupy himself with something. His current victim was a single leaf, guilty of falling on his head in the middle of his thoughts and making him jump; he had thought the damn thing was a spider, goddamn it. Not that he feared spiders, but they were all crawly and... icky.
Wait, did he just use the word icky? God, all the waiting must’ve really done some damage to his brain. Well, it was no wonder; he hated waiting, absolutely loathed it. Many found this strange and often asked him why, didn’t waiting mean he had time to relax and be lazy all he wanted? Damn idiots didn’t realize lazing around and anxiously waiting for someone to show up were two damn different things. He couldn’t relax, not when he was mere minutes away from meeting a person he’d need to spend most of his future school years with.
Yes, he was waiting for a new partner. Again. Just yesterday the school staff had emailed him telling him the ‘wonderful news’, and told him to wait near the front entrance for the other’s arrival. They had been all excited over him getting a new partner too, the whole damn email was full of some strange emoticons like it had been written by a four-year old. What kind of a principle did they have here?
Romano rolled his eyes. That was probably a question he didn’t want answered.
After glancing at the clock once more, the Italian grunted and just slumped down on the small, grassy area to sit. He still couldn't relax though. You’d think that after having waited for a new partner four times in two years’ time, the anxiousness would have kind of subsided, but no. Each time his previous partner hadn’t ‘felt the two connect well enough’ or whatever other shitty excuse they had used to get rid of him and he had been assigned to a new hero, the feeling of dread had been the same. He was scared every single fucking time, and it drove him mad, especially since he wasn’t quite sure what exactly he feared.
It wasn’t like any of his previous heroes had been scary or particularly threatening, either; there had been that nerd who could talk to machines (but apparently not to anyone else), some overly hyper chick who had. Not. Stopped. Startling him in order to turn him into a sheep (well, until he had one day started to eat her clothes in his animal form, served her right!), and two other losers not really worth a mention. But yet, Romano feared. Was it abandonment he was so terrified of? Did he fear he’d get deemed unsuitable once more and cast aside?
“Che, can’t be,” Romano mumbled out loud, partly in an attempt to convince himself. “I hated to be with those idiots anyway. I was glad to get rid of them.”
So then why had he been sad each time?
“Aww, geez!” Romano blurted out and stood up, kicking away a random rock whose fault he decided everything was. He refused to think about the matter any further. He wouldn’t let himself get all pansy-wansy-angsty over something as stupid as partners. And speaking of partners, his was fifteen damn minutes late now.
“What the hell’s keeping that fucker?” Romano asked from nobody in particular. All those who knew him and his reputation walked right past him and his tree, used to the random outbursts. The new students edged away from his carefully, eying him closely to make sure he didn’t attack them. Romano didn’t pay attention to any of them. “Is his superpower to be the slowest piece of shit on earth? Turn into a snail? Did he teleport himself from here to Australia and can’t find his way back? I’m hungry too, damn it!”
Romano threw his back against the tree once more, hands in his pockets this time. The school bell rung, and students started to pour both out and into the building. Slowly, the Italian raised his gaze. One of those fuckers coming out better be his partner or else…
“... Or else you’ll be my partner, bastard,” Romano informed the rock he had kicked away earlier. It didn’t answer.
Good, he liked a partner that knew how to shut up. They’d get along well, him and that rock.
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OOC: I swear to God the title and Romano talking to a rock are completely coincidental. I'm not that bad at puns, I swearrr.
Wait, did he just use the word icky? God, all the waiting must’ve really done some damage to his brain. Well, it was no wonder; he hated waiting, absolutely loathed it. Many found this strange and often asked him why, didn’t waiting mean he had time to relax and be lazy all he wanted? Damn idiots didn’t realize lazing around and anxiously waiting for someone to show up were two damn different things. He couldn’t relax, not when he was mere minutes away from meeting a person he’d need to spend most of his future school years with.
Yes, he was waiting for a new partner. Again. Just yesterday the school staff had emailed him telling him the ‘wonderful news’, and told him to wait near the front entrance for the other’s arrival. They had been all excited over him getting a new partner too, the whole damn email was full of some strange emoticons like it had been written by a four-year old. What kind of a principle did they have here?
Romano rolled his eyes. That was probably a question he didn’t want answered.
After glancing at the clock once more, the Italian grunted and just slumped down on the small, grassy area to sit. He still couldn't relax though. You’d think that after having waited for a new partner four times in two years’ time, the anxiousness would have kind of subsided, but no. Each time his previous partner hadn’t ‘felt the two connect well enough’ or whatever other shitty excuse they had used to get rid of him and he had been assigned to a new hero, the feeling of dread had been the same. He was scared every single fucking time, and it drove him mad, especially since he wasn’t quite sure what exactly he feared.
It wasn’t like any of his previous heroes had been scary or particularly threatening, either; there had been that nerd who could talk to machines (but apparently not to anyone else), some overly hyper chick who had. Not. Stopped. Startling him in order to turn him into a sheep (well, until he had one day started to eat her clothes in his animal form, served her right!), and two other losers not really worth a mention. But yet, Romano feared. Was it abandonment he was so terrified of? Did he fear he’d get deemed unsuitable once more and cast aside?
“Che, can’t be,” Romano mumbled out loud, partly in an attempt to convince himself. “I hated to be with those idiots anyway. I was glad to get rid of them.”
So then why had he been sad each time?
“Aww, geez!” Romano blurted out and stood up, kicking away a random rock whose fault he decided everything was. He refused to think about the matter any further. He wouldn’t let himself get all pansy-wansy-angsty over something as stupid as partners. And speaking of partners, his was fifteen damn minutes late now.
“What the hell’s keeping that fucker?” Romano asked from nobody in particular. All those who knew him and his reputation walked right past him and his tree, used to the random outbursts. The new students edged away from his carefully, eying him closely to make sure he didn’t attack them. Romano didn’t pay attention to any of them. “Is his superpower to be the slowest piece of shit on earth? Turn into a snail? Did he teleport himself from here to Australia and can’t find his way back? I’m hungry too, damn it!”
Romano threw his back against the tree once more, hands in his pockets this time. The school bell rung, and students started to pour both out and into the building. Slowly, the Italian raised his gaze. One of those fuckers coming out better be his partner or else…
“... Or else you’ll be my partner, bastard,” Romano informed the rock he had kicked away earlier. It didn’t answer.
Good, he liked a partner that knew how to shut up. They’d get along well, him and that rock.
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OOC: I swear to God the title and Romano talking to a rock are completely coincidental. I'm not that bad at puns, I swearrr.