Post by Tyler D. Brentwood on Aug 15, 2009 21:32:57 GMT
The boy was fuming with anger over his mistreatment, perhaps ready to strike the Staff Sergeant back as well? A foolish move, as Brentwood would see to punishment for such actions. The anger swiftly turned back to awkward silence, as the boy checked the time and avoided conversation with his bench comrade. How he dismissed such boiling rage was beyond the impulsive Sergeant, but then again, Tyler wasn't the insane one. The bastard taking up space next to him was the crazy kid in the military. Why the hell the boy thought he had the balls to fight in this war, Brentwood wasn't sure of. One thing he was sure of, the soldier sitting next to him was one he wouldn't prefer to be next to in combat. He wasn't going to be putting his life in the hands of this kid. Fortunately, the two men didn't serve in the same unit.
"I’m Stephen by the way." The boy, Stephen, had quickly changed the topic of conversation away from Tyler's mocking. Did the younger Brentwood actually care for the boy's name? No. Nor was he even interested in sticking around for another babbling session. He had left his mark on the boy, one that would be remember for at least another week or so. Literally. As he raised his ass off the bench and brought himself to stand up, he took a drag on his cigarette, lazily gazing up into the clear, empty sky. Glancing at the watch on his left wrist, he learned that he had been on the bench for nearly half an hour. The time was 2:32 and Tyler had places to go, things to do. Sitting aside Stephen in an awkward silence hardly held the young Staff Sergeant's attention for long.
Sighing softly, he scratched an itch on his scalp somehow caused by the hair growing out of it. He took a look at Stephen, who had probably already noticed his name was Tyler anyways. Though, the boy had introduced himself, it would be rude to do otherwise. "The name's Tyler." Some lingering smoke poured out of his open mouth and up into the atmosphere. The conversation wasn't exactly an average one and oddly enough, it ended with introductions. Turning his back on Stephen, who had remained seated on the bench, Brentwood began to vanish into the busy city. He didn't look back to check how much damage he had done to the boy's face with the single slap. But that didn't stop him from slightly laughing his ass off about it.
"I’m Stephen by the way." The boy, Stephen, had quickly changed the topic of conversation away from Tyler's mocking. Did the younger Brentwood actually care for the boy's name? No. Nor was he even interested in sticking around for another babbling session. He had left his mark on the boy, one that would be remember for at least another week or so. Literally. As he raised his ass off the bench and brought himself to stand up, he took a drag on his cigarette, lazily gazing up into the clear, empty sky. Glancing at the watch on his left wrist, he learned that he had been on the bench for nearly half an hour. The time was 2:32 and Tyler had places to go, things to do. Sitting aside Stephen in an awkward silence hardly held the young Staff Sergeant's attention for long.
Sighing softly, he scratched an itch on his scalp somehow caused by the hair growing out of it. He took a look at Stephen, who had probably already noticed his name was Tyler anyways. Though, the boy had introduced himself, it would be rude to do otherwise. "The name's Tyler." Some lingering smoke poured out of his open mouth and up into the atmosphere. The conversation wasn't exactly an average one and oddly enough, it ended with introductions. Turning his back on Stephen, who had remained seated on the bench, Brentwood began to vanish into the busy city. He didn't look back to check how much damage he had done to the boy's face with the single slap. But that didn't stop him from slightly laughing his ass off about it.
