Post by Arlic "Switch" on Jan 27, 2017 16:07:09 GMT
The stars never ceased to amaze Arlic. Even as a child, the Saiyan would look up at the heavens in wonder. Some of his favorite memories had been times when his father, Brocklee, had allowed him to tag along to other planets. While to some a black sky flecked with stars might look the same regardless of the planet they were on, Arlic’s discerning eye noticed the subtle differences and delicate intricacies that made up each of the various constellations above him. As he grew older, the symbolism of a sky full of stars was not lost on him. From where he was standing a single star was a simple speck of light against a never ending black backdrop, but if he were able to get closer he would be able to see an robust ball of fire raging for eternities before ripping itself apart in a fit of passion and destruction.
A buzzer sounded and the sliding sound of a heavy metal door broke Arlic out of his brief moment of reverie. A wry smirk played across his face as his thoughts lingered on the idea of stars. A look that was out of place on the naked man en route to processing. Arlic had been stripped of his possessions shortly after turning himself in. Now the man was shackled and being ushered along through the colossal passageways of the prison. He couldn’t help but feel that he was living his life as a star in someone else’s night sky. For all intents and purposes he was an insignificant grain of sand blowing in the winds of time, but upon closer inspection his life could very well be a supernova soon to reach climax before fading into obscurity and nothingness once again.
A rational person might have had second thoughts about intentionally causing havoc and then willingly turning themselves in to the authorities. Rational people however had no intentions of being sent to prison. For five years now, Arlic had been hunting and killing the men and women responsible for the deaths of his parents and older brother. He had tracked and murdered three of the assailants and that only left two on his hit list. Conveniently both men were locked away in Knutts, the massive metal hellhole which was now Arlic’s home. Storied abounded about the chaos and violence that ruled the prison. Arlic wasn’t sure yet how he would find his targets in the prison, nor was he sure yet how he would secure his vengeance. Time would tell, for now he was simply focused on his first task, gaining entry to the prison.
Behind the processing window sat a short, fat Saiyan woman diligently entering information into a computer. She ran her eyes up and down the man before her, appraising him like a piece of livestock. “Name?” She asked her eyes lingering where they shouldn’t.
“Arlic.” He replied simply, his baritone voice carrying very little inflection at the moment.
“Aliases?” The woman asked. Arlic gave another one word response “Switch.”
“That’s cute.” A guard behind him said. “How’d you get that name?”
Without turning Arlic responded, “Ask many more idiotic questions and you might just find out.” The guard didn’t say a word but drove a foot into the back of the prisoner’s leg, forcing him to the ground.
The woman behind the counter said "Very well inmate 72766" as she handed a gray uniform through her window and Arlic felt an injection in the back of his neck which he assumed was the ki bomb meant to pacify him. The guard ordered him, “Get dressed.” Arlic pulled on the gray jump suit and put his feet into the matching gray slippers. Once he was dressed, the prisoner was directed to another heavy door.
There was another claxon before the heavy door before him trundled sideways. As Arlic gained his first glimpses of his new home, the pungent smell of sweat and feces wafted into his nose. “Home sweet home.” He said sarcastically before moving inside and allowing the heavy door to close behind him.
A buzzer sounded and the sliding sound of a heavy metal door broke Arlic out of his brief moment of reverie. A wry smirk played across his face as his thoughts lingered on the idea of stars. A look that was out of place on the naked man en route to processing. Arlic had been stripped of his possessions shortly after turning himself in. Now the man was shackled and being ushered along through the colossal passageways of the prison. He couldn’t help but feel that he was living his life as a star in someone else’s night sky. For all intents and purposes he was an insignificant grain of sand blowing in the winds of time, but upon closer inspection his life could very well be a supernova soon to reach climax before fading into obscurity and nothingness once again.
A rational person might have had second thoughts about intentionally causing havoc and then willingly turning themselves in to the authorities. Rational people however had no intentions of being sent to prison. For five years now, Arlic had been hunting and killing the men and women responsible for the deaths of his parents and older brother. He had tracked and murdered three of the assailants and that only left two on his hit list. Conveniently both men were locked away in Knutts, the massive metal hellhole which was now Arlic’s home. Storied abounded about the chaos and violence that ruled the prison. Arlic wasn’t sure yet how he would find his targets in the prison, nor was he sure yet how he would secure his vengeance. Time would tell, for now he was simply focused on his first task, gaining entry to the prison.
Behind the processing window sat a short, fat Saiyan woman diligently entering information into a computer. She ran her eyes up and down the man before her, appraising him like a piece of livestock. “Name?” She asked her eyes lingering where they shouldn’t.
“Arlic.” He replied simply, his baritone voice carrying very little inflection at the moment.
“Aliases?” The woman asked. Arlic gave another one word response “Switch.”
“That’s cute.” A guard behind him said. “How’d you get that name?”
Without turning Arlic responded, “Ask many more idiotic questions and you might just find out.” The guard didn’t say a word but drove a foot into the back of the prisoner’s leg, forcing him to the ground.
The woman behind the counter said "Very well inmate 72766" as she handed a gray uniform through her window and Arlic felt an injection in the back of his neck which he assumed was the ki bomb meant to pacify him. The guard ordered him, “Get dressed.” Arlic pulled on the gray jump suit and put his feet into the matching gray slippers. Once he was dressed, the prisoner was directed to another heavy door.
There was another claxon before the heavy door before him trundled sideways. As Arlic gained his first glimpses of his new home, the pungent smell of sweat and feces wafted into his nose. “Home sweet home.” He said sarcastically before moving inside and allowing the heavy door to close behind him.