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rainbowfic2020-06-16 06:24 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2020-06-16 06:24 am
Oliphaunt Gray #14/Ice Water Gray #10, Proper Terms Purple #14
Name: Greenling
Story: Juniper Ridge
Colors: Oliphaunt Gray #14 (The rocks and stones are like old bones all bare of meat)/Ice Water Gray #10 (You can say what you want but don't act like you care, it takes more than one person to decide what's fair), Proper Terms Purple #14 (School)
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic (Oliphaunt Gray/Ice Water Gray), brush (gratuitous), stain (I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic." Richard Pryor)
Word Count: 320, whee.
Rating: Basically G
Warnings: Adult bullying a child.
Notes: Short, but just gotta get it out.
101 degrees at 3pm. Vermillion had their Special Studies on the first day in the outdoor "miscellaneous grounds", alternating with the Viridian kids, and Dmitry got his at the very end of the school day. His roommate was there too, seeming excited to be sweating to death in the desert heat and either not noticing or ignoring the other kids staring at his antlers and looking at each other. (From his mood, Dmitry expected the latter.) Nobody knew anybody, everyone was scared and uncertain, and he figured the pecking order was already sorting itself out. The Special Studies Field was a flat plain in the back left of the campus, surrounded by rocks on two sides and high barbed wire fence (beyond which were more rocks) on a third. Not exactly the X-Men Danger Room.
A big guy who looked like a drill sargeant walked over, and for a minute Dmitry thought he was the teacher, but he headed to the side of the field and just stood there. They stood out in the heat for five more minutes, starting to complain, before a skinny, mousy-haired pale guy in glasses marched over.
"All right! This is Special Studies, that means stand up and get in line!" The few kids who'd been crouching or sitting grumbled and complied. "Come on! This is why your parents signed a waiver! Don't blame me if you do something stupid!"
Dmitry immediately decided he didn't like this guy.
"You're gonna pair up in threes and we'll see if you can create a stable hole. So starting from the left, you three move. You three move. You three- goddamn," he said, hand resting in front of Joel. "You've already been way too near this stuff, you're by yourself, Horns."
Joel's smile wavered, but he walked over by himself. Some kids grinned. Dmitry clenched his fists and took a breath.
Yeah, he really didn't like this guy.
Story: Juniper Ridge
Colors: Oliphaunt Gray #14 (The rocks and stones are like old bones all bare of meat)/Ice Water Gray #10 (You can say what you want but don't act like you care, it takes more than one person to decide what's fair), Proper Terms Purple #14 (School)
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic (Oliphaunt Gray/Ice Water Gray), brush (gratuitous), stain (I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic." Richard Pryor)
Word Count: 320, whee.
Rating: Basically G
Warnings: Adult bullying a child.
Notes: Short, but just gotta get it out.
101 degrees at 3pm. Vermillion had their Special Studies on the first day in the outdoor "miscellaneous grounds", alternating with the Viridian kids, and Dmitry got his at the very end of the school day. His roommate was there too, seeming excited to be sweating to death in the desert heat and either not noticing or ignoring the other kids staring at his antlers and looking at each other. (From his mood, Dmitry expected the latter.) Nobody knew anybody, everyone was scared and uncertain, and he figured the pecking order was already sorting itself out. The Special Studies Field was a flat plain in the back left of the campus, surrounded by rocks on two sides and high barbed wire fence (beyond which were more rocks) on a third. Not exactly the X-Men Danger Room.
A big guy who looked like a drill sargeant walked over, and for a minute Dmitry thought he was the teacher, but he headed to the side of the field and just stood there. They stood out in the heat for five more minutes, starting to complain, before a skinny, mousy-haired pale guy in glasses marched over.
"All right! This is Special Studies, that means stand up and get in line!" The few kids who'd been crouching or sitting grumbled and complied. "Come on! This is why your parents signed a waiver! Don't blame me if you do something stupid!"
Dmitry immediately decided he didn't like this guy.
"You're gonna pair up in threes and we'll see if you can create a stable hole. So starting from the left, you three move. You three move. You three- goddamn," he said, hand resting in front of Joel. "You've already been way too near this stuff, you're by yourself, Horns."
Joel's smile wavered, but he walked over by himself. Some kids grinned. Dmitry clenched his fists and took a breath.
Yeah, he really didn't like this guy.
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