Post by vincy on Mar 17, 2011 6:18:02 GMT -5
It was a slightly cool day out, having just been surprisingly warm for winter a few days earlier, frustrating quite a few people who wanted the warm weather of spring to show up. Of course, that wasn't likely to happen, not anytime soon.... If Vince knew the seasons very well, and he did since he had lived in this town for all of his life, it was just one of the other ways this town annoys and taunts the people here. Not that he wasn't already annoyed today... In fact, this weather helped him get into a better mood or at least a clearer mood, it was hard to sulk when the cold was sinking into the very marrow of your bones and even freezing nose hairs in its wake. It was actually hard to breathe at times today if he breathed in the hair too fast since the air didn't get the chance to be heated up by the act of breathing. Why yes, he did feel cold, how'd you guess?
The sixteen year old had his hands covered in slightly ragged black gloves in his pockets, trying to warm the tips of his fingers as much as possible and for once being annoyed at his stubbornness at not taking the good if not his style gloves his parents had bought him. Fortunately he was pretty good at techniques to keep your fingers from freezing off and becoming some dog's food. He was pretty certain Baskerville would be one of the first dogs who would be willing to eat his fingers but then... The dog did happen to be a bit of a glutton for anything that was not dog food like a lot of dogs were. Something about dog food didn't appeal to them... Maybe it was eating the same shit day by day? Vince was pretty sympathetic to it which was why he often got scolded for giving the hound people food.
Good news was that Bask would at least listen to him whenever he was around... Even if it did put him in his parent's bad books a bit more. Vince sighed at the thought. He was avoiding home right now, he got a C on one of his assignments today, which was a rare occurrence but still would bother his parents. He had been held back actually for bad marks roughly a year ago. It wasn't because it was stupid, it was because he forgot to manage his time and his dealings with people so he could get his work done. Unfortunately, the last people he got to read his assignments for him were getting suspicious and he didn't have anyone new to help him out. So he was basically stuck on the problem. What problem? He had a bit of a hard time reading for some reason.
His parents didn't really know, he kept it hidden from them by only going to his parents to have them quiz him on things. Well... They had dealt with the problem earlier but being from a null family, they had no idea what was wrong other than that it wasn't some sort of madness. He was taught a few general words and over time those general words stuck so that was alright but... He still had his problems. See... It worked like this, he had problems reading words, although he can recognize that there is a T and two Os in the sign from recognizing the letters.... He couldn't connect the sounds even if he read out loud. When he remembered words, he remembered that that particular look happened to be the word "tattoo" like on the sign for pins and needles.
Which was what made it so hard for him to remember most words. Of course, Vince remembered the word tattoo, he totally wanted one at some point. His parents didn't want him to get one but he would love a tattoo. He reached out one hand from his pocket and touched the glass, not wanting to go in and get in trouble but liking the place. He couldn't look at the tattoos out here but it was fine, he could just imagine. Going in, looking at the wall of tattoo designs... Maybe he could get a tattoo design of sorts of Baskerville on his left arm. He was still really deciding on the thing. Suitably distracted by the idea of tattoos and his bad mood, he looked at the things, the green eyed twelve looking teenager outside of tattoo parlor and enjoyed the distraction.
The sixteen year old had his hands covered in slightly ragged black gloves in his pockets, trying to warm the tips of his fingers as much as possible and for once being annoyed at his stubbornness at not taking the good if not his style gloves his parents had bought him. Fortunately he was pretty good at techniques to keep your fingers from freezing off and becoming some dog's food. He was pretty certain Baskerville would be one of the first dogs who would be willing to eat his fingers but then... The dog did happen to be a bit of a glutton for anything that was not dog food like a lot of dogs were. Something about dog food didn't appeal to them... Maybe it was eating the same shit day by day? Vince was pretty sympathetic to it which was why he often got scolded for giving the hound people food.
Good news was that Bask would at least listen to him whenever he was around... Even if it did put him in his parent's bad books a bit more. Vince sighed at the thought. He was avoiding home right now, he got a C on one of his assignments today, which was a rare occurrence but still would bother his parents. He had been held back actually for bad marks roughly a year ago. It wasn't because it was stupid, it was because he forgot to manage his time and his dealings with people so he could get his work done. Unfortunately, the last people he got to read his assignments for him were getting suspicious and he didn't have anyone new to help him out. So he was basically stuck on the problem. What problem? He had a bit of a hard time reading for some reason.
His parents didn't really know, he kept it hidden from them by only going to his parents to have them quiz him on things. Well... They had dealt with the problem earlier but being from a null family, they had no idea what was wrong other than that it wasn't some sort of madness. He was taught a few general words and over time those general words stuck so that was alright but... He still had his problems. See... It worked like this, he had problems reading words, although he can recognize that there is a T and two Os in the sign from recognizing the letters.... He couldn't connect the sounds even if he read out loud. When he remembered words, he remembered that that particular look happened to be the word "tattoo" like on the sign for pins and needles.
Which was what made it so hard for him to remember most words. Of course, Vince remembered the word tattoo, he totally wanted one at some point. His parents didn't want him to get one but he would love a tattoo. He reached out one hand from his pocket and touched the glass, not wanting to go in and get in trouble but liking the place. He couldn't look at the tattoos out here but it was fine, he could just imagine. Going in, looking at the wall of tattoo designs... Maybe he could get a tattoo design of sorts of Baskerville on his left arm. He was still really deciding on the thing. Suitably distracted by the idea of tattoos and his bad mood, he looked at the things, the green eyed twelve looking teenager outside of tattoo parlor and enjoyed the distraction.