Orca-Sized Anger Issues. [private]

[Kodiak McNeil]

nobody can dry my tears anymore

School was considered a cruel social experiment designed to manifest discomforts and assure the suffering of those who entered the large building. After a nasty scolding by the Lorsette High School staff, Kodiak McNeil was escorted to the waiting room of the school's guidance counsellors. The irritated orca familiar's brows were furrowed down into a glare as his mouth pressed down into an angered frown. He DESPISED the idiocy that was public schooling. The suffocating waves of people pushing through hallways, the obnoxious back talking of gossipy young girls and heavy-handed expectations shoveled upon his shoulders was overwhelming.

He never wanted to be forced into attending the school. He wanted his family, their hugs, the pleasant whale-like squeaks and chirps alongside the old traditions that manifested joy. There, he discovered comfort rather than the suffocating reality of the high school jungle, alas, they carelessly shoved him in and expected him to "play nice". His arms were crossed, hands latched upon his upper arms as the annoyed teacher walked alongside him. The orca familiar was brought inside after lashing out at one of the boys, an overly friendly named Laz.

Ever since his arrival to Lorsette High School, the bright-eyed boy attempted to befriend him and assume ist with the endless stream of issues filtering through his head. Alas, Kodiak desired nothing to fraternize with none, rather than any. As the waiting room for the guidance counsellor opened, Kodiak stomped through the threshold with a strong pout upon his face. Behind him, the door quietly clicked shut as the dark-haired teen moved to flop into the soft cushions of the couch. The piece of furniture engulfed the infuriated teenager as he leaned back fully.

The child’s piercing silver eyes scanned over the walls, landing on the cheesy posters advertising their overly-positive slogans. Endless mantras in regards to worrying over futures or stopping bullying in its tracks appeared repetitive jabber. Future was happiness void after the abrupt and unfortunate death of his entire family. Where were the anti-bullying and anti-crime preachers when miscreants marched up and painted their gathering hall in blood? Not close enough…

A dissatisfied squeak narrowly breached Kodiak’s throat as he settled further into the couch. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, the young man-hating his circumstance. He craved to slip away, disappearing into the school hallways and perhaps out the doors. If anything, he wanted to listen to whatever bullshit the counsellor would swing and immediately leave without a second thought. Words changed nothing! The world never changed off words alone. They were pointless!

The familiar leaned further into the depths of his couch as his brows furrowed down and his body exhibited closed off body language. He wished for no intervention, rather, he wished to stew in the vile blend of volatile emotions.

466 words || @cobus

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weak at heart
"i'm sorry i'm not strong"
It wasn't his first time handling the young man he was going to speak with today. Although his past attempts had been a little... unsuccessful. The demon did all he could but the feeling of coming off a little too strong is what he came to terms with in why he failed all the times previously. He heard the details from the teachers who had been at the scene. A discussion turned hostile and Kodiak had injured the other student a few times. Cobus had sought out the other student involved- he felt it was important to get the story from all sides involved. It was only then would he be able to make his estimate on the most proper way to handle this situations. Going into this Cobus only knew that the young males emotions were likely to be at their worst. Angry and beyond agitated so the last thing Cobus wanted to do was back him into a corner and continue to throw hurdles of questions his way. He had gotten a juice box along with some snacks from the staff office as he finally made his back way into the room the student in question was. The silence was sharp but Cobus came prepared for this. He assumed it was going to be as such so he simply set down the drink and animal cookies before the other male before Cobus took a seat behind his desk as well. He hadn't immediately spoke, opted for leaning back in his chair... and simply looking. "I heard you got into a fight today." He says calmly as his arms cross against his chest comfortably. "I won't force you to talk about it nor will I ask any questions if you don't want to discuss it." Cobus nodded his head. "I'll let you sit here and cool down if you really want too but I'll also leave discussing whatever happened today with you. You talk about whatever you need if you wish, alright?" It would be most ideal if he could get him talking but that was what the superiors wanted. He couldn't force a child to speak if they didn't want too so it's why he let Kodiak decide whether they discuss it or not. At the very least; he had a moment to calm himself with the juice and cookies if he dared to partake. It was the intention grabbing them after all. It'd do better to have him calm than it would heightened. NOTES: he do his best TAGGED: Kodiak McNeil

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[Kodiak McNeil]

nobody can dry my tears anymore

Slumped down into the chair, Kodiak bore an angered expression. It was evident by his narrowed eyes as he awaited the arrival of the belittling "emotions expert". Already, thoughts of the common-placed phrases used by therapists entered the orca familiar's head the longer he waited. Moments earlier, the volatile young man had received his reprimanding for fighting with Laz. They informed him he would have detention and his rights during the lunch period threatened. Another offense, and young Kodiak McNeil would be eating his lunch in the detention room for the remainder of the year.

An annoyed grunt of an exhale escaped Kodiak's nose as his kicked back and forth. He wanted out. If the option would not land him in further trouble, Kodiak would happily grab the trashcan, throw it through the window and leave. His steps would be hurried and not a thought taken to breaking the window of the glorified prison. Unfortunately, those actions would only assure obnoxious juvenile detention time... The last thing Kodiak desired was spending his days in a restrictive facility listening people preach with moral superiority how they would assist with their problems.

The jiggling of the doorknob caught the familiar's attention. Immediately, his eyes glanced over shoulder, watching the distinct face of the school guidance counsellor cross the threshold. Failure to notice the demon would be difficult given the horns stretching up from his head and the scaling on his cheek. The man was unique compared to others belonging to his species, making him someone easily found amidst a sea of faces. After the man, who Kodiak knew as Mr. Lohrenz, entered the room, his eyes returned forward.

The man's words differed from the previous, which frequently possessed tones of support stating 'you could do better' or 'what may have caused you to lash out this time'. An option was presented by the guidance counsellor alongside the opportunity to calm down. Shortly, his arms crossed, tightening around him to create closed-off body language as he shifted lower into the seat.

"... I fucking hate it here," he mumbled out.

Statements in regards to his hatred of school commonly escaped Kodiak's lips whenever the opportunity arise. A child tortured by his personal traumas, the familiar wanted to leave and curl up somewhere. No matter how many times he lashed out, swore and struggled against people, they always expected him to come back. Even when he ditched class to escape the stress of everything happening, the people operating the orphanage would quickly find out. At every corner, it appeared something would be required of Kodiak that he wished to not deliver.

He craved escapism, alas, at every corner the walls appeared to be closing in. There were no doors, nor windows, rather, there was the constant loop of memories and obnoxious interference that prompted his angrier side.

472 words || @cobus

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