Post by ivan on Oct 12, 2011 0:15:05 GMT -6
While being at Blackwood wasn't ideal, Ivan was glad he was at the school, rather than prison. Realistically, he deserved worse. He deserved prison. A cage. Not some school for kids who break laws. How many of them here had lost it and beat someone to death? Apparently enough for there to be a whole group of them. Level fours. The worst of the worst. The only requirement to be one of them was to kill. But that gave him some kind of cred here, didn't it? Some of the lower level students were afraid of the higher levels, from what he'd gathered. They'd killed, after all. It made sense to be afraid of them. Basic self preservation.
Still, he thought, as he sat in the side yard, strumming his guitar, it'd be nice to not be feared. Friends weren't just good to have here- you needed them to survive. Being a loner and having a single friend could be the difference between being left to your purposes, or having your life made a living hell. Ivan knew about prisons, and this school was, at it's core, a prison. It wasn't the one he feared, but it was one all the same. If he wanted to survive here, he needed friends.
Slowly starting to strum the opening notes of Hard Sun, he quietly sang along. Voice steadily raising in volume, he smiled as he sang. Eddie Vedder was one of the few non-metal artists he really liked, and the Into The Wild soundtrack was one of his favorites. The music was soothing, and it was easy to play with his guitar. He didn't have to have a full band, or anyone but him playing along. It was just the kind of thing he could play alone outside on an afternoon like this.
Still, he thought, as he sat in the side yard, strumming his guitar, it'd be nice to not be feared. Friends weren't just good to have here- you needed them to survive. Being a loner and having a single friend could be the difference between being left to your purposes, or having your life made a living hell. Ivan knew about prisons, and this school was, at it's core, a prison. It wasn't the one he feared, but it was one all the same. If he wanted to survive here, he needed friends.
Slowly starting to strum the opening notes of Hard Sun, he quietly sang along. Voice steadily raising in volume, he smiled as he sang. Eddie Vedder was one of the few non-metal artists he really liked, and the Into The Wild soundtrack was one of his favorites. The music was soothing, and it was easy to play with his guitar. He didn't have to have a full band, or anyone but him playing along. It was just the kind of thing he could play alone outside on an afternoon like this.