Snippet #2415798

The library of Alexander's Academy of Excellence was one place where you could be fairly certain you wouldn't be bothered.

One of few places, in fact-- there appeared to be quite a woeful dearth of passion for the written word 'round here, and there weren't a whole lotta folks who made a habit of visiting the library. Oh well. Their fuckin' loss, and Wu's gain. Reading was... well, it wasn't nearly as cathartic and emotionally satisfying as music, but it was still one of few reliefs that approached, if never really rivalled or surpassed, the release of violence and alcohol. There was just something about delving into a book, eschewing this life, leaving behind this existence for a new one, even if only momentarily... shit, it was hard to explain. Everybody needed a break from themselves every now and then, right? Or... maybe it was just her. Fuck if Wu knew. She had enough trouble figuring herself out to bother trying to figure out anybody else.

Torn from my state of being... choosing to be forgotten...

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Wu was 'playing' an old Suffocation song-- a perennial favourite of hers. It was a habit she'd had to get used to ever since she'd come to Some Faggot's Asscademy of Bullshit and discovered that they absolutely prohibited any and all electronic devices. CD players, cassette tape players, MP3 players (in the case of any rich fucks who happened to be capable of not only affording that shit but also the means of getting music onto it)-- all strictly forbidden by the wardens of this makeshift little prison. And thus was it that she was made to scavenge what she could recall of those songs in her own head-- one supposed she could only be grateful that whatever asshole deity may or may not have actually existed had at the very least seen fit to bless her with a memory sufficient to keep her from going psychotic for lack of the one thing that rivalled violence in terms of sheer release. After all, she'd spun old records like Intrauterine Cannibalism and Scream Bloody Gore so damn much the tunes had been practically burned right into her ear drums-- fortuitously so. She'd probably have gone off on a goddamn serial killing spree without that.

One so distant from where I was conceived, a-- wait... what?

Wu's brow furrowed-- the sound of a door opening and subsequently shutting in great haste was decidedly not part of that song. She glanced up with a bitter scowl, irritation prickling at her skin, and her eyes fell upon... a diminutive runt of a kid, just campin' out right there behind a bookcase, lookin' like he'd just fled the jaws of a damn shark. Looking at her frantically, as though he had just realised she was there, the kid raised a finger to his lips. Wu raised an eyebrow. Fuck that shit-- she didn't give a shit. She was all ready to toss the little shit right back into the jaws...

... when a thought struck her.

She'd been hankering for a fight-- granted, she'd been hankering for a fight, for booze, for smokes, and for music she could actually fucking listen to besides in her head, but she'd quickly figured out that attempts to smuggle alcohol or cigarettes 'inside', so to speak, were ultimately futile, and she wasn't even gonna start again on music. Fights were also hard to come by-- she was determined to make it outta here successfully, preferably not destined to trade out the academy for a prison cell, so she forced herself to resist the urge. But... c'mon. Here, in the library? Nobody came into the fuckin' library. Nobody'd see. If they caught on, she'd just say it was... self defence. Or hell, that she was helpin' out the kid. That'd probably work, right? Well, maybe if the staff completely forgot the kind of person Wulan was...

The doors into the library practically slammed open, and in walked a couple shitheads, lookin' just dumb as all fuck-- real alpha bully types, you could tell. Man, Wu already fuckin' hated 'em. Well, she kinda already hated most people she came across, but... well, fuck it, they were just very clearly asshats. "Hey, little shit, this where you at?" Shithead #1 called out-- behind the bookcase, Wu espied the aforementioned little shit covering his ears, looking just scared to shit. Dumb runt musta pissed off one of the big fish, she noted wisely, before standing up from her seat, and fixin' the lead shithead with a real mean glare.

"Hey, jackass... I'm readin' here," she grunted. She briefly pondered goading him on and waiting for him to throw the first punch, but she quickly lost patience. And so, without skipping a beat, she simply stepped forward, and headbutted the bully right between the eyes.

((Figured I'd leave the bullies up to you, Arete, in case that was your intent. Or maybe I'm just lazy. Probably the latter. Anyway.))