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OOM: High School
Jul. 30th, 2005 08:11 pmSo this is what it feels like to be normal?
Bonzo Madrid had never been so bored in his life, at least as far as he could remember. Not even at the bar, where he'd at least been able to find people to talk to on a regular basis who weren't either dumb (as most of the kids in his school were...but that was from his point of view) or boring (or, more properly put, lacking in similar interests).
Then again, life on earth had its advantages. He'd met the Prime Minister a few months back, at a dinner his father had trotted him out to. It was rather interesting, especially when he got bored and managed to embarass some low-ranking minister after asking him what seemed like a simple question on taxes.
That's what you get when I get bored...but at least I'm not wasting my time, like half of the kids here.
There were always parties, and he never went. Yes, it would occasionally pass some time, but never in an enjoyable way. He preferred games for some reason (possibly the fact that they had been most of his life before he came home for...what was it...seven or eight years?), and he played them rather well...and usually very ferociously.
But he lost well, at least when the winner didn't try and rub it in. And even then...he wasn't plotting to kill anyone when they did push a few buttons. In fact, he hadn't hit anyone since he came home. That was impressive, even in his own mind.
He'd would up with one odd refuge, though...of all things, Star Wars had a hold on him. It must have been sitting by a sabacc pot with Luke that made him like it so much. Or...more likely Jaina letting him hold a lightsaber. Such a shame they weren't...buildable here. However...the versions that were available, as cheap as they might be next to the real thing, were decent for sparring. And they didn't come with the risk of lost limbs associated.
So he'd taken to sparring and developing his form (and yes, he preferred Form IV), alongside watching the movies (in various forms, including some old, old, old copies from the library...and sometime in the 21st Century). Somehow, it seemed to fit his personality and his temperament...and with a few partners who would spar with him, it kept him in shape.
But the boredom was there, just the same. It mainly came in class, in part because several of his teachers simply let him read/play games/do whatever because he had an uncanny way of answering a question when he hadn't been paying attention. That and he often found ways of stirring up trouble if a teacher annoyed him too much. As his government teacher might have said, it beat running the Democratic Republic of Salamander. And he almost never got anything wrong on a test.
And as a result, his parents would be transferring him to the local college that fall, full-time. Which would be a nice change of pace...he was too tempted to really start causing trouble as things were.
But he also remembered being told that the Light and Dark Sides were real, and he took that much to heart. All the more reason for him to get somewhere he wouldn't just be making noise.
Bonzo Madrid had never been so bored in his life, at least as far as he could remember. Not even at the bar, where he'd at least been able to find people to talk to on a regular basis who weren't either dumb (as most of the kids in his school were...but that was from his point of view) or boring (or, more properly put, lacking in similar interests).
Then again, life on earth had its advantages. He'd met the Prime Minister a few months back, at a dinner his father had trotted him out to. It was rather interesting, especially when he got bored and managed to embarass some low-ranking minister after asking him what seemed like a simple question on taxes.
That's what you get when I get bored...but at least I'm not wasting my time, like half of the kids here.
There were always parties, and he never went. Yes, it would occasionally pass some time, but never in an enjoyable way. He preferred games for some reason (possibly the fact that they had been most of his life before he came home for...what was it...seven or eight years?), and he played them rather well...and usually very ferociously.
But he lost well, at least when the winner didn't try and rub it in. And even then...he wasn't plotting to kill anyone when they did push a few buttons. In fact, he hadn't hit anyone since he came home. That was impressive, even in his own mind.
He'd would up with one odd refuge, though...of all things, Star Wars had a hold on him. It must have been sitting by a sabacc pot with Luke that made him like it so much. Or...more likely Jaina letting him hold a lightsaber. Such a shame they weren't...buildable here. However...the versions that were available, as cheap as they might be next to the real thing, were decent for sparring. And they didn't come with the risk of lost limbs associated.
So he'd taken to sparring and developing his form (and yes, he preferred Form IV), alongside watching the movies (in various forms, including some old, old, old copies from the library...and sometime in the 21st Century). Somehow, it seemed to fit his personality and his temperament...and with a few partners who would spar with him, it kept him in shape.
But the boredom was there, just the same. It mainly came in class, in part because several of his teachers simply let him read/play games/do whatever because he had an uncanny way of answering a question when he hadn't been paying attention. That and he often found ways of stirring up trouble if a teacher annoyed him too much. As his government teacher might have said, it beat running the Democratic Republic of Salamander. And he almost never got anything wrong on a test.
And as a result, his parents would be transferring him to the local college that fall, full-time. Which would be a nice change of pace...he was too tempted to really start causing trouble as things were.
But he also remembered being told that the Light and Dark Sides were real, and he took that much to heart. All the more reason for him to get somewhere he wouldn't just be making noise.
