Post by Ronnie on Dec 5, 2009 19:32:11 GMT -5
((Finally! I did it! It was sort of rushed and for that I'm sorry, but I did it! Soo...Yay? XDD))
Ross sighed as he trudged behind Eddie - keeping a depressed look on his face to prevent Eddie from realized what true diabolical plotting was going on underneath.
One may ask, what created such a cold-hearted boy and to that there is no answer, but merely suggestions. One, he tended to focus on the here and now rather than the past or future. Two, he seems to focus on pain and hurt and collateral damage rather than hope and past happiness. He didn’t give a flying rat’s ass about the past ..for, well, it was the past. Three, he was a pessimist. The list goes on and on. In the end, Ross relies on rage and revenge to keep going… Suffering from multiple disorders such as bipolar disorder and anger disorder. And today, was he not only angry, but he was feeling a little manic as well. He felt he could do anything…including getting Jenny back. Despite, his inward longing for her, his delusional brain won this fight. Yes, he vowed today he was going to get back at her….make her feel as lonely and insignificant and afraid that he has been…or, at least, he believed he has been. Ross was a force to be reckoned with and he was going to make sure Jenny knew it and knew it well.
As soon as returning to his “family’s” estate (aka the size-changers mansion-like estate), he had long mustered the courage to do the forbidden. For once, his frick’d up biology was on his messed up version of ‘his side’. Sliding silently to his “humble” room, he was set on not losing his determination. He did everything from listening to angry music…to drawing angry pictures…to anything that would keep him psyched up. And up until 2am in the morning when he was to sneak out (and probably beyond), it was working.
Like clockwork, at 2am, Ross left his room and “car-jacked” one of the pick-up trucks that belonged to the estate so to speak…Putting a few large pieces of “cloth” in the back. He put the car into gear and pulled up the break and he was off…taking his angry “little” (at the moment) self to Jenny’s unimpressive little neighborhood. ‘Yes,’ thought Ross to himself coldly, ‘The night is always better, indeed!...for REVENGE!’
Ross sighed as he trudged behind Eddie - keeping a depressed look on his face to prevent Eddie from realized what true diabolical plotting was going on underneath.
One may ask, what created such a cold-hearted boy and to that there is no answer, but merely suggestions. One, he tended to focus on the here and now rather than the past or future. Two, he seems to focus on pain and hurt and collateral damage rather than hope and past happiness. He didn’t give a flying rat’s ass about the past ..for, well, it was the past. Three, he was a pessimist. The list goes on and on. In the end, Ross relies on rage and revenge to keep going… Suffering from multiple disorders such as bipolar disorder and anger disorder. And today, was he not only angry, but he was feeling a little manic as well. He felt he could do anything…including getting Jenny back. Despite, his inward longing for her, his delusional brain won this fight. Yes, he vowed today he was going to get back at her….make her feel as lonely and insignificant and afraid that he has been…or, at least, he believed he has been. Ross was a force to be reckoned with and he was going to make sure Jenny knew it and knew it well.
As soon as returning to his “family’s” estate (aka the size-changers mansion-like estate), he had long mustered the courage to do the forbidden. For once, his frick’d up biology was on his messed up version of ‘his side’. Sliding silently to his “humble” room, he was set on not losing his determination. He did everything from listening to angry music…to drawing angry pictures…to anything that would keep him psyched up. And up until 2am in the morning when he was to sneak out (and probably beyond), it was working.
Like clockwork, at 2am, Ross left his room and “car-jacked” one of the pick-up trucks that belonged to the estate so to speak…Putting a few large pieces of “cloth” in the back. He put the car into gear and pulled up the break and he was off…taking his angry “little” (at the moment) self to Jenny’s unimpressive little neighborhood. ‘Yes,’ thought Ross to himself coldly, ‘The night is always better, indeed!...for REVENGE!’