Ace frowned and scoffed. "You don't have to be so pi.ssy..... I'm just trying to be nice. I could've been a jerk and said, 'Get the fu.ck out of my way.'" He frowned and waited for a reply so he could ride off and get over with his life.
Siarra glared at him. "Well that just there is being a jerk! Take a little sarcasm! Geez!" She huffed. "Thanks for the help."
Ace sighed. "i'm sorry, I'm not used to talking to people. Most try to aviod me because of what and who I am. Or at least, it's what they see on the outside." He was currently wearing tight, ripped skinny jeans, a tight grey Linkin Park tee shirt, and pair of black and red DC's.
Siarra shrugged. "Don't judge a book by its cover." She stated simply. "I don't see why how you look should make you any less pleasant to be aorund."
Acee smiled at the idiom. He sighed. "I guess people don't like the emo or goth type. They stay away from us. that's why we're taken for bring anti-social. I personally love being around people, but I won't if I get rude loks. Especially if they're directed towards my arms." His arms not only had fine scars, there were also, deep, ragged ones.
Siarra grimaced. "I'll admit I find those scars a bit bothersome..." She mumbled, looking away. "But I'm not going to judge you as a whole for that either."
Ace frowned. "I've tried to stop. But Depression can get to the best of a person. A man in about his early to middle thirties passed by. "A.ss.hole." When he had fully passed Ace met his gaze and sent him a warning look. He spoke to Siarra. "See? No matter where I go, people hate me."
Siarra shrugged. "I don't hate you...and you ran over me with a skateboard." She giggled. "I guess I'm a tough one."
Ace laughed with her. "I guess so." He smiled. "I think I may need a physical. I must've lost my sense of ballance. You're the first person I've run over in years."
Siarra shrugged. "Didn't see me I guess..." She mumbled. "I guess I'll be going. It was...erm...not exactly nice meeting you but it was nice talking to you."
Ace laughed. "Who knows, maybe I'll see you again. You're a freshman in college, right?" ((how about Pheonix, Arizona?))
(Hmmm...I guess so. But didn't we make them, like in their twenties?)
((Oh, sorry, that would mak ethem frshman in collage. I'm so sorry, I have sooooo many RP's, I can't keep up. I'll edit it.))
(It's okay, I understand.) Siarra nodded. "Yeah."
"University of Pheonix, by chance?" Ace gave a twisted smile. He was trying for maybe a master's degree in grahic design. A total of almost 6 years he would have to spend in college to get his dream job. ((if I calcualted correctly))
Siarra smiled a bit and nodded. "Yes. Do you go there?"
"Graphic design. Room 1165. Can't get any better than that. I've been thinking about once I complete my masters', I'm gong to try to go for a Pastry chef." He gave a smile.
Siarra nodded. "That's pretty cool. I've no idea what I want to do."
Ace's brow crumpled, even though it was hidden from view. "What are you going for, then?"
"Well...I'm majoring in English right now..." Siarra bit her lip. "I want to be a writer, but I want something to fall back on if that doesn't work out..."