Post by Daimon Darren on Sept 6, 2018 16:46:42 GMT -4
“Don’t worry, this one was 10/10. It’s fucking ironclad. God damn, I outdid myself here,” he answered the class president.
The words just popped inside his brain and got out before he had any say in the matter. He was lying purely on instinct now, and years of coming up with excuses for tardiness and justifications for bruises -- often not his -- made him a fine liar indeed, threading the line between believable and outrageous and throwing in just enough truth to make it plausible.
The two men didn’t look very convinced, especially the frogman, but they eventually shrugged it off. It was fine; beginners liars aimed for their targets to believe them completely, but being shrugged off was just as good if not better in some situations. Darren knew this. Darren nodded at himself. The delinquent was feeling very satisfied with himself.
His stomach rose in protest and loudly so, and the hunger hit him all at once. “GOD DAMN!” he shouted louder than usual, startling the frogman. “I’m so fucking hungry I could eat a bloody horse raw. Fuck!” He shouted at the military men: “HEY! Any of you have anything to eat? Saving people is hungry work, I almost died out there!” The frogman turned back, dug inside the pockets of his dry land jacket and tossed him a Snick. Darren devoured the caramel and peanuts chocolate bar in two mouthfuls. His mouth was like a trash disposal sink right now.
Slowly but steadily, the boat headed for the coast, and from there a shuttle took Yumi back to the base. Despite his protests about being just fine, that he just needed a whole roast chicken and he was good to go, Darren was forced into a ambulance HMMWV where he got an IV and his blood sugar was monitored. They even wanted to take a muscle and fat sample, which they would have gotten if they asked nicely -- read: with flattery -- but right now, Darren was miffed about being forced into the ambulance and he refused to sign the forms.
As the ambulance was driving up the road to the base’s medical area, the legend of Bird Boy, the man who went skydiving with a parachute, the shark-wrestler also known as the Grinning Hero was spreading. He had a legitimate hero name too, but no one knew who the fuck Kinetic Activity was.
The words just popped inside his brain and got out before he had any say in the matter. He was lying purely on instinct now, and years of coming up with excuses for tardiness and justifications for bruises -- often not his -- made him a fine liar indeed, threading the line between believable and outrageous and throwing in just enough truth to make it plausible.
The two men didn’t look very convinced, especially the frogman, but they eventually shrugged it off. It was fine; beginners liars aimed for their targets to believe them completely, but being shrugged off was just as good if not better in some situations. Darren knew this. Darren nodded at himself. The delinquent was feeling very satisfied with himself.
His stomach rose in protest and loudly so, and the hunger hit him all at once. “GOD DAMN!” he shouted louder than usual, startling the frogman. “I’m so fucking hungry I could eat a bloody horse raw. Fuck!” He shouted at the military men: “HEY! Any of you have anything to eat? Saving people is hungry work, I almost died out there!” The frogman turned back, dug inside the pockets of his dry land jacket and tossed him a Snick. Darren devoured the caramel and peanuts chocolate bar in two mouthfuls. His mouth was like a trash disposal sink right now.
Slowly but steadily, the boat headed for the coast, and from there a shuttle took Yumi back to the base. Despite his protests about being just fine, that he just needed a whole roast chicken and he was good to go, Darren was forced into a ambulance HMMWV where he got an IV and his blood sugar was monitored. They even wanted to take a muscle and fat sample, which they would have gotten if they asked nicely -- read: with flattery -- but right now, Darren was miffed about being forced into the ambulance and he refused to sign the forms.
As the ambulance was driving up the road to the base’s medical area, the legend of Bird Boy, the man who went skydiving with a parachute, the shark-wrestler also known as the Grinning Hero was spreading. He had a legitimate hero name too, but no one knew who the fuck Kinetic Activity was.