Post by Brandon Napier on Nov 26, 2011 16:14:42 GMT
Bam hated crowds. He always had and always would do. But crowds of shoppers, all pushing and barging... Bam could deal with a lot of things, but children younger than him were not one of them...
Trying very hard to not get annoyed by the fifth person to shove him out of the way, Bam took a couple of deep breaths and hoped to... Well... Anything, that a wall wouldn't start cracking or something. When, however, a big lad walked into Bam and knocked him over, he couldn't help it as the wall began to crack next to him. It started as a small slither and began to grow wider, bigger... More dangerous. Eyes widening slightly at the growing crack while still on the floor, Bam stumbled to his feet, glanced around and stuck his hands in his pockets before moving away from the crack and the wall. His head was down as he silently cursed himself for the, now huge, crack that had finally stopped growing.
"One day, one soddin', god damn day, I'd like t'not 'cause a buildin' t'have a crack. One bloody day." He snarled to himself quietly, hoping that no one gave him an odd look while also not caring if they did. If they did, oh well, what a shame. If they linked him to the crack and tried to get him for criminal damage... Well...
That wouldn't be very good... Bam didn't know what happened if he was scared... He wasn't scared of a lot of things, but he didn't want to know what would happen, either... Was he, perhaps, scared of that?
Trying very hard to not get annoyed by the fifth person to shove him out of the way, Bam took a couple of deep breaths and hoped to... Well... Anything, that a wall wouldn't start cracking or something. When, however, a big lad walked into Bam and knocked him over, he couldn't help it as the wall began to crack next to him. It started as a small slither and began to grow wider, bigger... More dangerous. Eyes widening slightly at the growing crack while still on the floor, Bam stumbled to his feet, glanced around and stuck his hands in his pockets before moving away from the crack and the wall. His head was down as he silently cursed himself for the, now huge, crack that had finally stopped growing.
"One day, one soddin', god damn day, I'd like t'not 'cause a buildin' t'have a crack. One bloody day." He snarled to himself quietly, hoping that no one gave him an odd look while also not caring if they did. If they did, oh well, what a shame. If they linked him to the crack and tried to get him for criminal damage... Well...
That wouldn't be very good... Bam didn't know what happened if he was scared... He wasn't scared of a lot of things, but he didn't want to know what would happen, either... Was he, perhaps, scared of that?
