Post by trevor on Nov 6, 2011 18:16:33 GMT -5
The more Trevor spoke to Irene, and the...thing,(Tokomon is addressed as "the thing" because Trevor feels no want to be polite, not because he could ever forget its name.) the more Trevor was starting to dislike where life had decided to put him. Great going. Just perfect. Oh no, it was never Trevor's fault for even addressing her in the park, or even talking to her in the mall that fateful path crossing day. No, it was her fault, it was everyone else's fault, but he couldn't fathom the fact that perhaps, it was HIS mistake for doing...well anything. He could recall people saying that everything happens for a reason, even meeting someone like...her. The question was, WHY did Trevor meet Irene? What could he have possibly subconsciously be thinking, it wasn't that she was going to teach him a valuable heart-warming lesson. He didn't need that crap, and it certainly didn't seem to be in the young woman's best interest either, to Trevor anyway.
She simply stared with that...that face! His eye brows furrowed slightly, staring directly at the girl, he was looking at the face even now. Irene was impossible, he couldn't...he couldn't figure her out. Could anyone? To him, she seemed like an emotionless void of kindness, two things Trevor could say he despised. He hated her for this, she was so king, yet seemed to have no emotions to show to support it. He hated her for being so expressionless to just about everything he said, and merely politely arguing with him. Honestly, he was starting to think she was a robot hell-bent on being kind to the world, ready to serve and rule the world with an empty smile.
But.
Irene wasn't a robot, so she had to get angry, she had to hate, she had to feel some sort of dislike towards him. Everyone else did. Why not her? His green eyes seemed to harden as he stared at he onward, a slight shiver overwhelming his young body. It was both out of fear and frustration, and it also seemed to make Trevor want to sit down, to think things over. Feel something! was all Trevor could think while staring at her Show me some sort of dislike. A scowl, a snappy remark. HATE ME. It might be a pathetic human to beg for someone else to hate them, but Trevor didn't care. How could the boy feel joy if no one hated him, severely? He simply couldn't find it in himself to find joy outside of making others feel the unfortunate feeling of hatred.
"I'm not homeless or anything."
"No?" he asked, a suddenly amused look appeared on his face, topped off with a very cruel smirk "Pity...". What a shame. The black haired boy actually thought that would be a fitting picture for her. Her dull personality, her nest-like waves of hair, and those horrible brown eyes. All seemed like those of someone who lived a life with out a home. She even had one of those ratty pets to top it all off. I am also not in a rush or anything. Unless if Tokomon is tired or bored of this place."" Tokomon. Why was that thing brought up again? Here Trevor thought he could ignore the very existence of that creature, and talk to a human being. Not something he had only discovered less than a few minutes ago. Then Irene seemed to want to ask the same question to him, just before he could open his mouth and say something rude about the fat pink "doll" once more. "Do I have a place to go?" he paused, thinking about why she might want to redirect the question. Of course, it must be shocking that someone was actually kind enough to keep them in their house. "I'm no less homeless than you are...so yes I do have a place to go. Unless of course, you yourself consider a cardboard box to be a "place to go"... " Oh god. Was he trying to be funny? Trevor shook his head, running his fingers through his hair for a moment, he looked around the park. It certainly looked like more people were starting to leave now. That, and he was starting to get a little tired of standing, so the rude little boy sat down onto the ground.
"To answer more bluntly, I live with my Gran' here in Odaiba." quite the lame answer, but it was true. "Quite the batty old lady. Full of.. what's that word again...?" he paused, lifting up his fingers to help prove his point "Kindness. What about you though, Irene. I don't suppose you're visiting a grandmother."Flawed Design - Stabilo
She simply stared with that...that face! His eye brows furrowed slightly, staring directly at the girl, he was looking at the face even now. Irene was impossible, he couldn't...he couldn't figure her out. Could anyone? To him, she seemed like an emotionless void of kindness, two things Trevor could say he despised. He hated her for this, she was so king, yet seemed to have no emotions to show to support it. He hated her for being so expressionless to just about everything he said, and merely politely arguing with him. Honestly, he was starting to think she was a robot hell-bent on being kind to the world, ready to serve and rule the world with an empty smile.
But.
Irene wasn't a robot, so she had to get angry, she had to hate, she had to feel some sort of dislike towards him. Everyone else did. Why not her? His green eyes seemed to harden as he stared at he onward, a slight shiver overwhelming his young body. It was both out of fear and frustration, and it also seemed to make Trevor want to sit down, to think things over. Feel something! was all Trevor could think while staring at her Show me some sort of dislike. A scowl, a snappy remark. HATE ME. It might be a pathetic human to beg for someone else to hate them, but Trevor didn't care. How could the boy feel joy if no one hated him, severely? He simply couldn't find it in himself to find joy outside of making others feel the unfortunate feeling of hatred.
"I'm not homeless or anything."
"No?" he asked, a suddenly amused look appeared on his face, topped off with a very cruel smirk "Pity...". What a shame. The black haired boy actually thought that would be a fitting picture for her. Her dull personality, her nest-like waves of hair, and those horrible brown eyes. All seemed like those of someone who lived a life with out a home. She even had one of those ratty pets to top it all off. I am also not in a rush or anything. Unless if Tokomon is tired or bored of this place."" Tokomon. Why was that thing brought up again? Here Trevor thought he could ignore the very existence of that creature, and talk to a human being. Not something he had only discovered less than a few minutes ago. Then Irene seemed to want to ask the same question to him, just before he could open his mouth and say something rude about the fat pink "doll" once more. "Do I have a place to go?" he paused, thinking about why she might want to redirect the question. Of course, it must be shocking that someone was actually kind enough to keep them in their house. "I'm no less homeless than you are...so yes I do have a place to go. Unless of course, you yourself consider a cardboard box to be a "place to go"... " Oh god. Was he trying to be funny? Trevor shook his head, running his fingers through his hair for a moment, he looked around the park. It certainly looked like more people were starting to leave now. That, and he was starting to get a little tired of standing, so the rude little boy sat down onto the ground.
"To answer more bluntly, I live with my Gran' here in Odaiba." quite the lame answer, but it was true. "Quite the batty old lady. Full of.. what's that word again...?" he paused, lifting up his fingers to help prove his point "Kindness. What about you though, Irene. I don't suppose you're visiting a grandmother."Flawed Design - Stabilo