Post by Nyla Graves on Sept 13, 2015 6:17:54 GMT -5
This was it...the beginning of Nyla's sentence. Though it was a simple fact of life that you had to go to school, that didn't stop her from viewing it as an cruel and unjust extension of legal power on the part of her parents. What did they care if she didn't have any friends, anyway? That was none of their damned business. Even so, the spindly little girl let out a muffled, croaking chuckle as her mom's car drew ever nearer to the entrace of her new high school. She had managed to cajole her parents toward a minutely less bitter ultimatum, allowing her to bring along her laptop to this wretched place so long as she didn't skip a day, and she found a tiny bit of solace in this. After all, her whole life was wrapped up in that computer, and there was no way in hell that was going to be taken away from her...well, not -that- computer. Her true mechanical love was still under threat of annihilation by her elders, only to be relinquished after she had attended for a month.
The situation did indeed look grim, even if she was armed with her own tiny digital safe haven. A technological oasis in a desert of pointing fingers and sneering faces...she wouldn't have been able to face this trial without it. Nyla turned her already unhealthily loud vocaloid track to levels even more liable to pop her eardrums, firmly pressing the cups of her headphones against her ears so as to better drown out her mother's supposedly reassuring ramblings. Aside from video games and anime, music was essentially the only other thin bond grounding her at least partially in sanity. Nyla would have outright refused to attend had her precious headset been revoked; she had zero desire to hear any more out of these mentally impaired apes than was absolutely necessary. To that end, Nyla had no doubts that this school was going to have more than its fair share of slack jawed, moronic delinquents, nor did she have any qualms about pointing it out. "Why yes, I do go to the school chock full of criminally inclined, misanthropic nitwits, thank you so much for asking!" Garbage. This was all just garbage.
In what couldn't have been more than four minutes, the beat-up old station wagon she had been transported in began to audibly slow, its suspension clearly in a state of horrendous disrepair. Nyla held her breath as the car finally came to a halt, releasing it in a shaky sigh as her eyes made their first contact with the frighteningly large campus that was set to be her cage for the next three years of her life. Wishing for nothing more than to get this over as quickly and smoothly as possible, Nyla tugged the strap of her messenger bag tightly against her shoulder, snatched the bag of snacks from the other side of the back seat, and opened the door without a word directed at either of her parents. It was them that signed her up for this, so they had better not be expecting any measure of courtesy from her. She swung her legs out of the car with a single apathetic motion, scooting forward and planting both feet firmly on the ground, walking off toward the entrance as soon as she landed and kicking the door shut behind her.
Holding no awareness of where she was supposed to be, or even when she was supposed to be there for that matter, Nyla had already decided what she was going to do with herself on the way over...nothing class related, that much was for certain. Given that it was slightly before breakfast, she decided she may as well head off to wherever the cafeteria was and set up there. Starting from the feet up, she was dressed in a pair of neon orange hi-tops, baggy black cargo pants ripped at the knees, her (inexplicably) signature t-shirt with a picture of a fried egg on it, and a loosely woven white beanie. The circles beneath her eyes were even darker than usual, she hadn't slept in two days out of sheer terror. Anybody that passed her would find it impossible to make eye contact with her, her gaze was fixed straight ahead and unblinking.
After a few minutes of walking aided by an uncanny level of instinctual navigation, Nyla found herself in the gradually filling cafeteria. It didn't take long for her to begin despising this concrete jungle even more than the already did as soon as she laid eyes on the massive eyesore of a picture window lining the far wall of the room. This was going to make it nearly impossible to find a spot where her laptop wouldn't have an issue with glare, and she began stringing together a mental list of disturbingly specific violent things she would like to do to this building's contractor. As she already had headphones on, she didn't need to worry about noise, so she instead focused on finding the darkest and most isolated spot possible. Her search eventually bore the least bit of rotten and sour fruit, a minuscule breakfast nook in the back that was cut far enough into the wall to block out a good amount of natural light.
Nyla continued her mental curses as she began setting up her laptop and tablet in this isolated little bubble, well aware that a spot such as this was likely already claimed by one of the more popular cliques among the school. They had another thing coming if they thought they were going to move her out of it, as she absolutely needed to get her fix within the next five minutes at most. Yes, that's right. The (in)famous rhythm game osu, the joy and bane of her life. She was intending to break at least one of her previous records today, so better now than later to start. Yes, everything was beautiful at this moment. Game loaded, tablet at the ready, doing her finger exercises, plugging in her headph-... No. No, this could not be happening. The jack was in all the way, what the hell was the holdup!? No sound, not even a static buzz, what could possibly be the matter? It must have been the constant maximum volume songs that did them in. Nothing could have dissuaded her from believing her entire life was over right now, everything was falling apart...wait, no. The rest of the school can kindly piss off if they have an issue with her choice of entertainment. She wasn't going to let something like this stop her, she had a ranking to defend. Nyla turned up the speakers on her laptop to full, and the now crowded room was suddenly pierced by the sound of her idle song list, amplified even further by the acoustics of the breakfast nook. As she began to play, the world outside seemed to slip away...this was nirvana. If somebody wanted to stop her, they'd have to make a mighty fine case.
The situation did indeed look grim, even if she was armed with her own tiny digital safe haven. A technological oasis in a desert of pointing fingers and sneering faces...she wouldn't have been able to face this trial without it. Nyla turned her already unhealthily loud vocaloid track to levels even more liable to pop her eardrums, firmly pressing the cups of her headphones against her ears so as to better drown out her mother's supposedly reassuring ramblings. Aside from video games and anime, music was essentially the only other thin bond grounding her at least partially in sanity. Nyla would have outright refused to attend had her precious headset been revoked; she had zero desire to hear any more out of these mentally impaired apes than was absolutely necessary. To that end, Nyla had no doubts that this school was going to have more than its fair share of slack jawed, moronic delinquents, nor did she have any qualms about pointing it out. "Why yes, I do go to the school chock full of criminally inclined, misanthropic nitwits, thank you so much for asking!" Garbage. This was all just garbage.
In what couldn't have been more than four minutes, the beat-up old station wagon she had been transported in began to audibly slow, its suspension clearly in a state of horrendous disrepair. Nyla held her breath as the car finally came to a halt, releasing it in a shaky sigh as her eyes made their first contact with the frighteningly large campus that was set to be her cage for the next three years of her life. Wishing for nothing more than to get this over as quickly and smoothly as possible, Nyla tugged the strap of her messenger bag tightly against her shoulder, snatched the bag of snacks from the other side of the back seat, and opened the door without a word directed at either of her parents. It was them that signed her up for this, so they had better not be expecting any measure of courtesy from her. She swung her legs out of the car with a single apathetic motion, scooting forward and planting both feet firmly on the ground, walking off toward the entrance as soon as she landed and kicking the door shut behind her.
Holding no awareness of where she was supposed to be, or even when she was supposed to be there for that matter, Nyla had already decided what she was going to do with herself on the way over...nothing class related, that much was for certain. Given that it was slightly before breakfast, she decided she may as well head off to wherever the cafeteria was and set up there. Starting from the feet up, she was dressed in a pair of neon orange hi-tops, baggy black cargo pants ripped at the knees, her (inexplicably) signature t-shirt with a picture of a fried egg on it, and a loosely woven white beanie. The circles beneath her eyes were even darker than usual, she hadn't slept in two days out of sheer terror. Anybody that passed her would find it impossible to make eye contact with her, her gaze was fixed straight ahead and unblinking.
After a few minutes of walking aided by an uncanny level of instinctual navigation, Nyla found herself in the gradually filling cafeteria. It didn't take long for her to begin despising this concrete jungle even more than the already did as soon as she laid eyes on the massive eyesore of a picture window lining the far wall of the room. This was going to make it nearly impossible to find a spot where her laptop wouldn't have an issue with glare, and she began stringing together a mental list of disturbingly specific violent things she would like to do to this building's contractor. As she already had headphones on, she didn't need to worry about noise, so she instead focused on finding the darkest and most isolated spot possible. Her search eventually bore the least bit of rotten and sour fruit, a minuscule breakfast nook in the back that was cut far enough into the wall to block out a good amount of natural light.
Nyla continued her mental curses as she began setting up her laptop and tablet in this isolated little bubble, well aware that a spot such as this was likely already claimed by one of the more popular cliques among the school. They had another thing coming if they thought they were going to move her out of it, as she absolutely needed to get her fix within the next five minutes at most. Yes, that's right. The (in)famous rhythm game osu, the joy and bane of her life. She was intending to break at least one of her previous records today, so better now than later to start. Yes, everything was beautiful at this moment. Game loaded, tablet at the ready, doing her finger exercises, plugging in her headph-... No. No, this could not be happening. The jack was in all the way, what the hell was the holdup!? No sound, not even a static buzz, what could possibly be the matter? It must have been the constant maximum volume songs that did them in. Nothing could have dissuaded her from believing her entire life was over right now, everything was falling apart...wait, no. The rest of the school can kindly piss off if they have an issue with her choice of entertainment. She wasn't going to let something like this stop her, she had a ranking to defend. Nyla turned up the speakers on her laptop to full, and the now crowded room was suddenly pierced by the sound of her idle song list, amplified even further by the acoustics of the breakfast nook. As she began to play, the world outside seemed to slip away...this was nirvana. If somebody wanted to stop her, they'd have to make a mighty fine case.
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