As usual, it’s a quite morning.
Of course.
Wow, how gracious. Maybe I would love to hear that, just as long as it will sound pleasant.
I’m just killing time. Killing time is a perfect alternative to killing people. I have perfect pitch so I could guarantee that it will sound pleasant.
As usual, it’s a quite morning.
Oh look it’s you again. And no, I didn’t say that.
I would just like to hear a different sound other than my voice. It doesn’t have to be boisterous.
Certainly. It was but a meager assumption of mine.
My voice is different from yours, is it not? I could sing for you if you would like.
As usual, it’s a quite morning.
Would you have preferred a feat of boisterousness to welcome you into the new day?
Octavius Clinton
Octavius Clinton - Son of Nike |FC: Ezra Miller| Taken.
Age: 17 years old (new student, arrived this year)
Bio: People refer to Octavius as “The Golden Child”. Intelligent, responsible and charismatic are the three words that describe him. He’s every parent’s dream child. Octavius grew up in a prominent family in The Hamptons. He has always been an overachiever, being a member of almost every club at school and topping the honor roll. He constantly volunteers in charities for different causes to improve his reputation. His smile draws people to him and he at least tries to befriend them. However, once he sees you as a competition he would do everything it takes to bring you down. People should not be fooled by his scrawny frame because he can pack a punch after years of practicing various martial arts. He isn’t put together and perfect as he seems as he secretly enjoys backstabbing people and spreading negative rumors about anyone whenever he wants.
Special Gift: The Medallion of Zelus
Temper, temper
If you prefer that then very well. I was just being polite.
Nike is my mother.
Oh sorry. It’s just that I…I’d rather just be called Aurora. But thank you for your politeness? You don’t get that much here.
Oh and that’s cool. I don’t meet a lot of Nike children.
Apology’s unnecessary. I agree. With the exception of a few people, the students I’ve met so far are rather… a bit crude.
That’s a blessing in disguise.
(via aurorapatrick-deactivated201205)
Temper, temper
Oh God, just call me Aurora please. Who’s your godly parent?
If you prefer that then very well. I was just being polite.
Nike is my mother.
(Source: octavius-clinton, via aurorapatrick-deactivated201205)
Temper, temper
It doesn’t happen often, but you’d be surprised what good could come out of an anger fueled rampage. You could channel it into a painting or sculpture, for instance. Or simply, sometimes anger is the push you need to get something off your chest. It is possible for temper to be an internal motivator, if you figure out how to put it to use.
I’m afraid it isn’t as simple as it sounds. From what I’ve gathered, temper is often times uncontrollable. Of course I couldn’t account for that since I know nothing of it but the majority, more often than not, points to the nearest truth. If it was that easy to channel your anger into something positive then why do we have unintentional criminals? Think Aimee. There isn’t always a positive side to everything.
(Source: octavius-clinton, via arizona-torres)
Temper, temper
Perhaps not. I don’t recognize you. I’m Octavius Clinton.
I’m Aurora Patrick, daughter of Zeus.
The King of the Gods… It’s an honor to meet you Miss Patrick.
