1st North Woods

[Spottedshadow]

MORE COMING SOON!!

[kitsune]

Well, this sucked.
Virgo leaned against a nondescript tree, arms folded against his chest and a tack in his grip as he surveyed the scene with crimson-flicked eyes; his face had settled into an unsatisfied scowl as he glanced about for nonexistent enemies, and a tiny vial of bottled confusion felt as heavy as a bowling ball in his pocket.
'Defensive' wasn't exactly what he had been expecting.
He'd had something more... exciting in mind, or at least more entertaining: sneak across the border, grab a flag, maybe bash a few South skulls in (non-lethally, of course) while he was at it. Maybe prey on a few childhood fears - it had been a while since he'd made people think that flies were eating their tear ducts, after all. Home had denied him such a base entertainment - after an incident in eighth grade that had reduced his stepsister to a blubbering, spineless heap, his step-father had threatened to tase him should there ever be a second episode.
"Asshole," Virgo muttered under his breath, all but bristling at the thought. Clearly the justice system was corrupt, but that was beside the point. He'd been the man of the house for his entire life, and then some prematurely-balding Aries thought that they could tell him what to do? Haha, real funny.
After being informed that knotting ties into crude nooses and leaving them about the house wasn't an appropriate bonding activity, Virgo had attempted to avoid everyone that he unfortunately lived with. Easier said than done, considering that Virgo was living in the idiot's house. They had, however, decreased the difficulty by exiling him to this psycho ward...
And he wasn't even allowed to bash heads in! This was ridiculous! An outrage! Scandalous! Unheard of...!
Still, maybe he'd get to have some fun if the South team came calling in this neck of the woods. Didn't they have a siren, though...? "Never hurts to be prepared," he reasoned, pocketing the glittering tack a moment and rifling through his pockets for a sleek black iPod nano. The stepfather might have been a jerk, but Dad had always provided a steady cash flow. He popped the earbuds in and shuffled, the back of his mind subconsciously watching for enemies while he shamelessly sang along under his breath. The music chirping from his mp3 player and his own croaking singing-voice were the only sound in the still, snow-coated woods: not a single bird or beast stirred. This corner of the forest had been curious absent of animals in the fifteen minutes he'd been hanging about. "There's a place downtown, where the freaks all come around, it's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free-for-all..."
Thankfully, Virgo wasn't quitting his dayjob any time soon.

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word count: 430
listening to: Take it Off by Ke$Ha.