Post by sireno on Sept 24, 2012 11:10:59 GMT -5
Group projects were like a gift from Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe. Not that Mariano put too much stock in all those tales. There was too much variation. But the Virgin of Guadalupe seemed like a good person to thank, so he did silently do this as he walked to the library.
Shark's shoes scuffed the floor as he entered, making no effort to be quiet. His short sleeves displayed his tattoos and he wondered how his street style would be accepted here. Within seconds, it was quite plain on the faces of the staff and some of the occupants that a guy like him did not belong in the library. He would have to agree. He would much rather be tagging a train or smoking dope with some guys in an alley right now. School wasn't his thing, it never had been. Acilino was the one who excelled in academics. He was off at Yale now, so it wasn't like Mariano could ask for much help. Usually, he didn't do his homework. So this group project might actually earn him a decent grade. He wasn't planning on working much, so hopefully his partners would be.
Mariano had been paired with two girls; Eva and Mariana. Good thing everyone knew him as Shark, because that could get confusing. He knew they were both smart, so he didn't waste any time worrying about the project. However, his partners posed other problems. Eva seemed a little.. tense. Like she had a temper that could be set off at any second. She could be pretty, he supposed, if she were to rid herself of the glare she shot at anything that breathed. Mariana was beautiful of course, flawless and popular. Apparently she was unattainable. Maybe he could occupy his time trying to disprove this theory. God knows he wouldn't be doing any work.
After all, how stupid was their teacher? They had to read dumbass fuckin' fairy tales and compare them to similar ones and discuss all kinds of cracked out details. Well, sorry, but Shark wasn't about to chit-chat about Cinderella and Snow White. Somehow, it didn't strike him as a good time.
The girls were already a table in the back corner of the library where they would be able to talk in low tones. He strode over and sat down by them, kicking his shoes up onto the table, leaning back in his chair comfortably. They both had their notebooks and textbooks and everything ready to go. He was empty handed and to remedy this, he fished a cig and his lighter out of his pocket, lighting up and inhaling despite the possible consequences that this action could lead to. He then looked expectantly at his partners.
Shark's shoes scuffed the floor as he entered, making no effort to be quiet. His short sleeves displayed his tattoos and he wondered how his street style would be accepted here. Within seconds, it was quite plain on the faces of the staff and some of the occupants that a guy like him did not belong in the library. He would have to agree. He would much rather be tagging a train or smoking dope with some guys in an alley right now. School wasn't his thing, it never had been. Acilino was the one who excelled in academics. He was off at Yale now, so it wasn't like Mariano could ask for much help. Usually, he didn't do his homework. So this group project might actually earn him a decent grade. He wasn't planning on working much, so hopefully his partners would be.
Mariano had been paired with two girls; Eva and Mariana. Good thing everyone knew him as Shark, because that could get confusing. He knew they were both smart, so he didn't waste any time worrying about the project. However, his partners posed other problems. Eva seemed a little.. tense. Like she had a temper that could be set off at any second. She could be pretty, he supposed, if she were to rid herself of the glare she shot at anything that breathed. Mariana was beautiful of course, flawless and popular. Apparently she was unattainable. Maybe he could occupy his time trying to disprove this theory. God knows he wouldn't be doing any work.
After all, how stupid was their teacher? They had to read dumbass fuckin' fairy tales and compare them to similar ones and discuss all kinds of cracked out details. Well, sorry, but Shark wasn't about to chit-chat about Cinderella and Snow White. Somehow, it didn't strike him as a good time.
The girls were already a table in the back corner of the library where they would be able to talk in low tones. He strode over and sat down by them, kicking his shoes up onto the table, leaning back in his chair comfortably. They both had their notebooks and textbooks and everything ready to go. He was empty handed and to remedy this, he fished a cig and his lighter out of his pocket, lighting up and inhaling despite the possible consequences that this action could lead to. He then looked expectantly at his partners.
Outfit of a Slacker
