symmetry is life [Tom]

[cass]

Death the Kid --

Patti, Liz and Kid were all competing in the Olympics, to put it lightly, Kid was having a difficult time with it all.

The level of people and their indecency had left him in his room, staring at the door, but being unable to step outside. Almost the entire first day had passed, and having heard nothing from their odd partner Liz and Patti had gone searching for him. But he refused to budge, after all leaving this place,and being forced outside and into that world of asymmetrical shit was horrifying. He knew he had to go out there though. His father had signed him up for a number of events, thinking that his son required a little more social behaviour. But Kid new that it was because his father was looking for more extraordinary talent to hire, or, well, push into their gang.

He disagreed with his father's demands for once.

In the end Patti and Liz physically kicked him out of the room he had been assigned and with a growl of displeasure he was shut out. They locked the door, warning him that he wouldn't be able to return until dusk. Shoving his hands into his pockets he whirled around, trying his beast to avoid the monstrosity and chaos of the village round him. The complete disgrace of clothing choice, colouring and style was off putting and before he knew it he was sitting on the curb out the front of his house, hands plastered to his head. A look of pain crossed his face and he glared at the buildings and people.

"That one would match with that, and that piece could fit there, and if I put that one over there then that would look symmetrical on that side. Yes and those two outfits should be worn by those two people, ahh yes I see now." He mumbled.

[Tom]

Writing Thoughts Says Hears Other

Bastian was depressed already. His mind floating back to being defeated by the District 2 guy. He had lost in running and life just sucked for him. He wasn't a very great career. He was the opposite. A failure and couldn't even get into the next round. He was a chump, lost in the first round with the other weaklings. Bastian just wanted nothing more than to get bed and sleep the rest of the day away. He wanted to just do nothing and wallow in his tears. His paces were quick and a bit more firm. His mind wandering back to why he had lost his match. Bastian was not in the mood for company. He didn't want to deal with anyone.

That's when he heard a guy's voice. "That one would match with that, and that piece could fit there, and if I put that one over there then that would look symmetrical on that side. Yes and those two outfits should be worn by those two people, ahh yes I see now." Bastian raised an eyebrow and looked over at the guy. The guy seemed to be judging people or had more of a fashion sense. Bastian was more confused than ever and decided to do something different. He went over to the kid sitting on the curb. He spoke to him, "Symmetrical huh? I have no clue what you were talking about, but it sounded interesting. Anyways, why are you on a curb muttering to yourself? Are you crazy or something?" Bastian was serious, he didn't mean it in a mean way, but hell sometimes you can't even tell. Bastian just held his hands in his pockets and just looked at the guy sitting on the curb. The only thing wrong was that he was even talking to this guy. He should have been wallowing by now, but then his mind decided that he should talk to a crazy guy. And with that Bastian continued with what he was doing, standing and waiting.