Post by fluffyrenegade on Jan 10, 2016 0:28:48 GMT -5
Puck stood around, loitering in the school hallway. He was frowning as various thoughts about the future, the past and the present bounced through his head in time with the bouncy ball he was currently throwing. Bam! The ball said every time it hit the lockers on the opposite side of the wall before rebounding and Puck caught it in his waiting hand. Throw, hit, catch. Throw, hit, catch. Throw, hit, catch. The process was repeated and the rhythm never changed, mostly. Some thoughts would cause Puck to instinctively throw the ball harder at the unassuming lockers then the rhythm would go back to the simple, easy but constant timing that it was before as his thoughts changed.
The plucky red-head sighed and threw the ball once more. He needed something to break this melancholy mood or he would end up going mad. At the very least, the lockers would end up with a massive dent in them. "Anything, please. Anything at all, I don't care what and I don't care who." He thought desperately to whatever gods there were that took interest in the lives of their creations.