Post by Charlsea Fairchild on Apr 14, 2007 21:42:59 GMT -5
Charlsea had lost her pals when they were trying to push their way to the front barcade and somehow ended up in the middle of the mosh pitt. It was as if she had spaced for about thirty seconds in her life. There was so much pollution in the air from the drugs and cigarettes that were being lighted up everywhere you turned, it was just enough to make the second-hand smokers start feeling rather light themselves. Charlsea sighed, as she pushed and punched people out of the way as she made her way around the mosh pitt. People were picking on her because she was so small and defenseless. This pissed Charlsea off the most. She began kicking and screaming and biting. The guys in the mosh pitt eventually realized she wasn't in there to be beaten from limb to limb.
Each time she made it back into the crowd that formed the circle of the mosh pitt, she was pushed back into it. There was no sign of her pals, Charlsea kind of hoped that they noticed she wasn't following them and went to look for her. Maybe they were, Charlsea couldn't doubt it, but they never would think of finding her in this mosh pitt. For one, Charlsea hated mosh pitts, she thought they were stupid; and for another, she was too weak and scrawny to be able to handle it with many fat, shirtless guys. Charlsea was lucky she hadn't been pushed over so far atleast. As long as she stayed up, she wouldn't get trampled on as if she were a rug. She kept her hans by her face in a fist, as she was ready to punch the next guy who runs into her or tries to do something to her.
Charlsea didn't even know what band was making them act so violently. The music was catchy, but it was too hard to understand what they lyrics actually were because she was forcusing everything not to get killed. It was a bummer, Charlsea loved to go to these shows just for the music, and maybe the crowd surfing, but she wasn't here for this. This was pathetic. She could feel her arms weakening and head getting heavier and heavier. Her heart was racing, she was breathing rather loudly. Sweat rolled off her face and hit the hard pavement. She didn't like sweating, but in this case she didn't care if she was sweating, as long as she got out of there.
Smack! Just as Charlsea turned her head around to look at the band that was playing she got punched right in the jaw. Telling by the loud and forceful punch that it was intentional. Charlsea felt herself fall, face first on the hard pavement. She layed there for a few moments, knowing she had to get up eventually, but didn't want to. Her eyes were closed as she still pictured, exactly the physical features of the man that had socked her. For a moment she didn't taste the blood that was bleeding from her mouth, nor did she feel it. She turned over in agony, as she used all her strength to get up. It was almost impossible, people were still swinging their fists in the most pitt, completely oblivious to her injury, so she was being extremely careful.
Each time she made it back into the crowd that formed the circle of the mosh pitt, she was pushed back into it. There was no sign of her pals, Charlsea kind of hoped that they noticed she wasn't following them and went to look for her. Maybe they were, Charlsea couldn't doubt it, but they never would think of finding her in this mosh pitt. For one, Charlsea hated mosh pitts, she thought they were stupid; and for another, she was too weak and scrawny to be able to handle it with many fat, shirtless guys. Charlsea was lucky she hadn't been pushed over so far atleast. As long as she stayed up, she wouldn't get trampled on as if she were a rug. She kept her hans by her face in a fist, as she was ready to punch the next guy who runs into her or tries to do something to her.
Charlsea didn't even know what band was making them act so violently. The music was catchy, but it was too hard to understand what they lyrics actually were because she was forcusing everything not to get killed. It was a bummer, Charlsea loved to go to these shows just for the music, and maybe the crowd surfing, but she wasn't here for this. This was pathetic. She could feel her arms weakening and head getting heavier and heavier. Her heart was racing, she was breathing rather loudly. Sweat rolled off her face and hit the hard pavement. She didn't like sweating, but in this case she didn't care if she was sweating, as long as she got out of there.
Smack! Just as Charlsea turned her head around to look at the band that was playing she got punched right in the jaw. Telling by the loud and forceful punch that it was intentional. Charlsea felt herself fall, face first on the hard pavement. She layed there for a few moments, knowing she had to get up eventually, but didn't want to. Her eyes were closed as she still pictured, exactly the physical features of the man that had socked her. For a moment she didn't taste the blood that was bleeding from her mouth, nor did she feel it. She turned over in agony, as she used all her strength to get up. It was almost impossible, people were still swinging their fists in the most pitt, completely oblivious to her injury, so she was being extremely careful.
