A Favor Repaid (CONTENT WARNING)
Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2018 3:32 am
((Continued from A Favor for a "Friend"))
((Content Warning added for what's going to happen later on. 0: ))
Eduardo Trinidad-Villa wasn't feeling good...or much anything else as he opened his eyes from what seemed like a fairly short drive from school. There wasn't much light out now that it was evening, so he didn't have to squint so much. head perked up as the car started to slow down on a part of a street nowhere close to the stop sign. The ride was fairly cushy given the car's make and model...but it was small comfort to what had happened at school earlier that day, and he certainly was not expecting any more as the car slowed down.
I'm probably close to his place...
As his vision cleared he took notices of the houses around the neighborhood. He'd recognized them as being part of the almost-most-glamorous Oceanview Terrace, where most of the popular kids lived if they didn't live on the island. It expectedly struck him as befitting then that someone who'd been as clearly "blessed" as the driver of the vehicle was would opt to live here, along with who-knew-how-many of his more affluent classmates. His mindset naturally brought up the possibility that this would probably be as far as some got while others would move to bigger and better mansions.
He squirmed a bit in his seat to straighten himself out, the belt rubbing against his rather plain casual clothing. If he was going to go into someone else's house, he figured he'd at least look like Clive Maxwell didn't pick up some hobo off the street, especially given the apparent injuries to his skin from his encounter with the football team earlier.
((Continued in Round One, Fight One; Paul vs. Troy))
((Content Warning added for what's going to happen later on. 0: ))
Eduardo Trinidad-Villa wasn't feeling good...or much anything else as he opened his eyes from what seemed like a fairly short drive from school. There wasn't much light out now that it was evening, so he didn't have to squint so much. head perked up as the car started to slow down on a part of a street nowhere close to the stop sign. The ride was fairly cushy given the car's make and model...but it was small comfort to what had happened at school earlier that day, and he certainly was not expecting any more as the car slowed down.
I'm probably close to his place...
As his vision cleared he took notices of the houses around the neighborhood. He'd recognized them as being part of the almost-most-glamorous Oceanview Terrace, where most of the popular kids lived if they didn't live on the island. It expectedly struck him as befitting then that someone who'd been as clearly "blessed" as the driver of the vehicle was would opt to live here, along with who-knew-how-many of his more affluent classmates. His mindset naturally brought up the possibility that this would probably be as far as some got while others would move to bigger and better mansions.
He squirmed a bit in his seat to straighten himself out, the belt rubbing against his rather plain casual clothing. If he was going to go into someone else's house, he figured he'd at least look like Clive Maxwell didn't pick up some hobo off the street, especially given the apparent injuries to his skin from his encounter with the football team earlier.
((Continued in Round One, Fight One; Paul vs. Troy))