Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 22:49:39 GMT
The sun remained barely visible, its normally prominent gaze near blotted out by the seemingly endless stretch of whitish-gray clouds which drifted lazily across the sky. Though it had not snowed as of yet, the wind had been fierce for the last few days and had been coupled by a bite more than capable of slipping past one's clothing and tickling their flesh. As such, it had become a common sight all over Satan City to see people wearing mufflers, scarves, gloves and so much more. Basically, autumn and transitioned into winter and everyone, young and old, tall or small, had been forced to alter their fashion choices to adapt. Gone were the days of shorts and flip flops, of t-shirts and sneakers, those things had become scarce in autumn and were now completely gone in winter. Such was the way of the world.
The very same world that, for the day at least, Sam-Mitch Anjips had isolated himself from. Despite his lack of friends or close acquaintances, Sam held no contempt or ill-will towards the world at large or those within his peer group; he didn't quite understand why no one seemed to want to hang out with him, but he accepted it all the same. No, contempt nor any other such mundane reason was the driving force behind Sam's self-imposed sabbatical. Instead, Sam had awoken on this, a Sunday, thrown a grey, wool-sweater over his torso and his favorite pair of track pants and a black, rather short, trench coat before descending from his rented apartment. After making his way past the first, easily hopped fence that made up the initial defenses of the area, Sam had stepped past numerous signs asking, advising and warning him to turn around. If anyone had been around, they might have noticed that he carefully walked with his head either up or down as he walked past each one, keeping them firmly outside of his field of vision.
As he reached the last, perhaps most important and formidable of the area's defenses. Truth be told, Sam thought that the signs and relatively low fence were more than enough to keep most people out of the area, but it appeared that his thoughts were not shared by the people who had fenced off the construction zone before abandoning it. Indeed, as he stared at the much taller, barbed-wired fence that stood in front of him Sam couldn't help but think he and whoever had installed the thing couldn't differ much more in their thoughts. Sighing as he stood in front of it, the young journalist turned to face the signs that littered the area all around him. Though he was interested in subverting, he couldn't see how he could do so whilst retaining any semblance of stealth or safety.
"Well, this is a conundrum" he muttered to no one in particular. As he surveyed the land, he couldn't help but feel appreciation for the company that had ordered this apartment building's construction; it would really be a nice residence once it was finished construction. Given the rural feel, in relation to the rest of the city, that the area had and the relatively isolated area that it was located in, when it came to privacy one would most definitely be satisfied. Though Sam's appreciation for the need of isolation had more to due with his trespassing than anything else, he could still praise their taste and he did. Though he did have to question their decision to leave the construction area mostly dirt until they were finished.
(Currently wearing Medium weights. Max PL of 12,794 while equipped and PL currently at 9,000)
The very same world that, for the day at least, Sam-Mitch Anjips had isolated himself from. Despite his lack of friends or close acquaintances, Sam held no contempt or ill-will towards the world at large or those within his peer group; he didn't quite understand why no one seemed to want to hang out with him, but he accepted it all the same. No, contempt nor any other such mundane reason was the driving force behind Sam's self-imposed sabbatical. Instead, Sam had awoken on this, a Sunday, thrown a grey, wool-sweater over his torso and his favorite pair of track pants and a black, rather short, trench coat before descending from his rented apartment. After making his way past the first, easily hopped fence that made up the initial defenses of the area, Sam had stepped past numerous signs asking, advising and warning him to turn around. If anyone had been around, they might have noticed that he carefully walked with his head either up or down as he walked past each one, keeping them firmly outside of his field of vision.
As he reached the last, perhaps most important and formidable of the area's defenses. Truth be told, Sam thought that the signs and relatively low fence were more than enough to keep most people out of the area, but it appeared that his thoughts were not shared by the people who had fenced off the construction zone before abandoning it. Indeed, as he stared at the much taller, barbed-wired fence that stood in front of him Sam couldn't help but think he and whoever had installed the thing couldn't differ much more in their thoughts. Sighing as he stood in front of it, the young journalist turned to face the signs that littered the area all around him. Though he was interested in subverting, he couldn't see how he could do so whilst retaining any semblance of stealth or safety.
"Well, this is a conundrum" he muttered to no one in particular. As he surveyed the land, he couldn't help but feel appreciation for the company that had ordered this apartment building's construction; it would really be a nice residence once it was finished construction. Given the rural feel, in relation to the rest of the city, that the area had and the relatively isolated area that it was located in, when it came to privacy one would most definitely be satisfied. Though Sam's appreciation for the need of isolation had more to due with his trespassing than anything else, he could still praise their taste and he did. Though he did have to question their decision to leave the construction area mostly dirt until they were finished.
(Currently wearing Medium weights. Max PL of 12,794 while equipped and PL currently at 9,000)