Monday, February 27, 2006

comic #143, #144(plus bonus #143.2)




The boy was wearing a hoody and a blue trucker hat.He was glowering at the ground as he walked. Obviously preoccupied. Under his arm was a jet black case about a meter long. He trudged across the gravel of the old caravan park and slowly made his way to the bridge which crossed the creek. The low rustle of trees barely reached through his thoughts. He raised his eyes up a little to see a group of about 4 or 5 school kids. They made a line to get past him, one stepped out of the group and slammed into the shoulder of the boy. The boy Almost expecting this to happen stood there as the school kid rebounded off him, his eyes slid across to his left.
The school boy thinking he had the upper hand gave a scoul and looked up at the boy. the boy stood with the black box under his arm, his eyes were like dark coals, sitting far back in the never ending void of his mind.
The school kids friend sensing that something was amis, pushed his friend in the back to keep moving. When they got at a safe distance they kid that tried pushing the boy, turned around and gave the lame bleet "Watch were your going!Represent!". The Boy, at this time, was already moving and barely gave a second thought to this meer anouyance.

he kept walking....

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