SedentaryCobra
Outhouse Poet
Artyom mulled over Lethabo's advice. It was true, he supposed, less was more. While he couldn't quite manage tossing pebbles with the weight of a car quite yet, a pebble with the weight of a baseball and similar speeds would have made an equally excellent projectile. Perhaps it wouldn't have quite the stopping power, but it would be more than enough to get the teacher's attention, maybe even knock him out if he wasn't paying attention. Given Lethabo's apparent experience, however, that seemed quite unlikely. Still, that didn't mean it wasn't good advice.
Trudging back down the hall, Artyom unbuttoned his suit slowly, a tad of disappointment on his face. It was one of his father's old suits, the only one Artyom himself owned, and now it was plastered with a fine layer of dust. He sighed, draping the jacket over his shoulder. The white undershirt underneath had a brown V running down from the collar, and Artyom refused to look at his shoes, not wanting to acknowledge whatever condition they were in. Normally, he wouldn't even be wearing such clothing. He felt much more at ease in jeans and a jacket than anything, but the first day of school was a rather special occasion, and while he didn't regret wearing suit and tie, it was a shame he had to dirty them on the first day.
He breathed deep, and looked around. Most seemed busy, or already gone, though there was another late-leaving straggler a few steps ahead of him who looked decidedly unhappy. Or perhaps it was simply the all black garb he was wearing from head to toe. Either way, Artyom took a few hurried steps to pull alongside him.
"That was quite an interesting introduction the professor made. Slings some stones, sees how we react, and gives advice like he knows every faucet of u. Personally, I don't think he could put all our names to our faces." He commented to Zedkiel, pausing a moment before continuing. "Not that it was all worthless, but it's an interesting way to make a first impression. Can't imagine what classes will be like. Artyom, by the way."
@Draco Shadowdragon
Trudging back down the hall, Artyom unbuttoned his suit slowly, a tad of disappointment on his face. It was one of his father's old suits, the only one Artyom himself owned, and now it was plastered with a fine layer of dust. He sighed, draping the jacket over his shoulder. The white undershirt underneath had a brown V running down from the collar, and Artyom refused to look at his shoes, not wanting to acknowledge whatever condition they were in. Normally, he wouldn't even be wearing such clothing. He felt much more at ease in jeans and a jacket than anything, but the first day of school was a rather special occasion, and while he didn't regret wearing suit and tie, it was a shame he had to dirty them on the first day.
He breathed deep, and looked around. Most seemed busy, or already gone, though there was another late-leaving straggler a few steps ahead of him who looked decidedly unhappy. Or perhaps it was simply the all black garb he was wearing from head to toe. Either way, Artyom took a few hurried steps to pull alongside him.
"That was quite an interesting introduction the professor made. Slings some stones, sees how we react, and gives advice like he knows every faucet of u. Personally, I don't think he could put all our names to our faces." He commented to Zedkiel, pausing a moment before continuing. "Not that it was all worthless, but it's an interesting way to make a first impression. Can't imagine what classes will be like. Artyom, by the way."
@Draco Shadowdragon