Post by Frostbite on May 3, 2010 17:07:06 GMT -5
Deaf to the world, Lorelai walked to the far side of the lake with a drawstring bag slung over her back. In it were the things she was going to burn, because she just didn’t care anymore, and she never wanted to see them come back to her again. The clothes she had stashed in her closet and the boomerang sheets made her bag look near perfectly round as she stalked her way to the lake. She decided she was going to do something about them, and she didn’t care about what happened next. Why should she? She was in a school where damn near everyone either didn’t give a shit about her or liked her. She’d had it with every single one of them, especially the ones who kept messing with her, so what did it matter what she did now?
Her music blared in her ears as she fingered the lighter in the pocket of her jeans. She knew it would come in handy one day; she just didn’t know exactly in what way up until then. As she had decided in her room what she’d do next, she considered a couple of things that sounded good to her in her head but probably were impossible for her to do: freeze everyone to death, find a way to send them to Limbo, find a way to set them all on fire. When she thought about it in some manner of perspective, how could these people be worse than Limbo? It was a fiery hell where she nearly died- but didn’t, so if she could survive that, she could survive living with these unbearable fools. However, the thought kept returning to her: why the hell should she care about any of them in the first place? Not a one really cared, nary a few showed her kindness, and the rest either thought lowly of her or just decided to prank the shit out of her because it was fun for them. They deserved nothing good from her, and from then on, she decided they would get nothing.
Her face was stony and expressionless as she reached the furthest edge of the lake she could while being a safe distance away from the forest’s edge. She stopped at one of the numerous steel fire-resistant drum barrels and looked down into it. It was just about empty, and her eyebrow raised in approval. They were all around the grounds of the school, and it worked well because they were able to withstand some of the students’ powers. The barrel would suit her well for this.
Pulling open the drawstring bag, she shook the contents out into the barrel, looking down disdainfully at it. She tucked the bag under her arm as she took out her lighter and picked up one end of the dirty sheets. Lorelai flicked the lighter on and looked at the small flame before she put it to the sheet. It lit, but she moved the flame over more of the sheets so it would light up faster. She moved away quickly from the heat and stuck the lighter back in her pocket as she watched it catch fire. As it burned, she watched with her arms crossed over her chest as the flames licked the edge of the barrel.
Her music blared in her ears as she fingered the lighter in the pocket of her jeans. She knew it would come in handy one day; she just didn’t know exactly in what way up until then. As she had decided in her room what she’d do next, she considered a couple of things that sounded good to her in her head but probably were impossible for her to do: freeze everyone to death, find a way to send them to Limbo, find a way to set them all on fire. When she thought about it in some manner of perspective, how could these people be worse than Limbo? It was a fiery hell where she nearly died- but didn’t, so if she could survive that, she could survive living with these unbearable fools. However, the thought kept returning to her: why the hell should she care about any of them in the first place? Not a one really cared, nary a few showed her kindness, and the rest either thought lowly of her or just decided to prank the shit out of her because it was fun for them. They deserved nothing good from her, and from then on, she decided they would get nothing.
Her face was stony and expressionless as she reached the furthest edge of the lake she could while being a safe distance away from the forest’s edge. She stopped at one of the numerous steel fire-resistant drum barrels and looked down into it. It was just about empty, and her eyebrow raised in approval. They were all around the grounds of the school, and it worked well because they were able to withstand some of the students’ powers. The barrel would suit her well for this.
Pulling open the drawstring bag, she shook the contents out into the barrel, looking down disdainfully at it. She tucked the bag under her arm as she took out her lighter and picked up one end of the dirty sheets. Lorelai flicked the lighter on and looked at the small flame before she put it to the sheet. It lit, but she moved the flame over more of the sheets so it would light up faster. She moved away quickly from the heat and stuck the lighter back in her pocket as she watched it catch fire. As it burned, she watched with her arms crossed over her chest as the flames licked the edge of the barrel.