|
Post by sparky on Aug 26, 2005 21:12:55 GMT -5
The park was so beautiful this time of day, everyone seemed to be having the perfect day, their lives oh so happy and filled with joy. Well, except one. And that one was Nitro. He hated it all, the people, the sky, the weather, you name it. But he had to do something, sitting around in the base any longer could have drove him up the walls, and through them. So, he was walking alone, black Van's thumping the ground below his feet, long midnight blue pants almost dragging along the cemented pathway.
|
|
|
Post by Seishiro on Aug 26, 2005 23:32:05 GMT -5
A strange whistle echoed through the area. The source appeared from within a tree, landing hard on the ground in his high, leather boots, but were mostly covered by a decorated trench coat. Once again, the young man whistled oddly, but with another calling back, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trench coat and continued on his way.
|
|
|
Post by sparky on Aug 26, 2005 23:45:32 GMT -5
Nitro went on, seeing nothing of interest as usual. But the boy stopped, hearing something a bit out of the ordinary. A whistle? He began to walk the way the sound seemed to come, he was heading down that path anyway. Curiousity had gotten the best of him.
|
|
|
Post by Seishiro on Aug 27, 2005 13:46:35 GMT -5
Continuing on his way, the stranger closed his eyes and went on his way down the path. He felt a small bump on his shoulder as he hit someone. Looking to see who it was, his eyes gazed upon Nitro.
|
|
|
Post by sparky on Aug 27, 2005 19:51:27 GMT -5
Nitro scowled at the man who had so kindly ran into him, but decided to hold his tongue and comments. No need to seem that rude, it was no big deal. His face softened just slightly as he spoke. "Sorry."
|
|
|
Post by Seishiro on Aug 27, 2005 21:32:39 GMT -5
The young man nodded his head, "It was my fault." He continued on his way, leaving the other behind with only those words.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Aug 28, 2005 0:02:02 GMT -5
Sitting with her back leaned on a bench was the figure of a teenage girl.. She was not actually on the bench but leaned against it. She flicked her wispy blonde hair out of her face with her left hand to keep it out of her mouth. Her other hand methodically and repetively moved to her mouth and then rested on her knee. She slowly took bites of the food in her hand which appeared to be some form of Taco Bell. Her right leg was shaking slightly as she watched the scene play out before her, her violet eyes wide; silently stalking the two men.
|
|
|
Post by megreen on Aug 29, 2005 14:05:49 GMT -5
Nala glanced at her partner as she walked slowly through the park.Her mind buzzing with thoughts from the last conversation with her brother."Well I can't pay for it!"his voice echoed down the phone line."Why should I pay for?I'm just able to keep up my rent and pay bills!"she replied."Well you've got a job..""And you have a wife and a job!"she cut in."Nala if you won't pay for your own mother to have an operation then your a disgrace to dad..."he stopped as the words fell out of his mouth."Nala I'm sorry!"but she'd hung up the phone by then./
"Great ,"she mumbled as she shifted her police cap around to shade her eyes.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Aug 30, 2005 18:31:34 GMT -5
Lost shifted slightly finishing the taco and crinkling the wrapper. Quickly and accurately she flicked her wrist sending the wrapper into the green plastic barrell. She licked her lips and stared watching the two of them.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Sept 10, 2005 13:22:58 GMT -5
She flicked her blonde hair off the front of her Nirvana shirt making the logo visible. She walked to the corner, her hands in her pockets and her shoulders slumped. Seconds later she found her way to her moped and kicked off onto the streets.
|
|