Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 3:17:18 GMT
As the sun dipped ever closer to the horizon, it stained the normally pallid blue sky an odd mix of dull orange and delicate purple. In the distance, the silhouettes of tall buildings stood static beside the rising billows of smog. To one side of the night sky, the faint outline of the moon strained against the fading light, barely visible but quickly growing prominence in the darkening sky. A chill wind had picked up in the wake of the light drizzle that had fallen upon the city and now the streets were slowly being emptied as people hustled out of the wind. Some rushed into restaurants or vehicles, others into homes. Wherever they went, it was clear they were leaving for warmth and comfort, all save for one.
Dressed casually, a pair of simple black trousers and a red sweater, and carrying a rucksack thrown over one shoulder, the young man might've managed to pull off the image of a young man simply trudging his way home from work or perhaps a student escaping a harrying day of class, had his condition not given him away. Due in equal parts to his choice in method of travel and the attack he had suffered at the hands of the off-worlder only a few days prior, the raven-haired young man was sporting light bruising on his face, battered and scabbed flesh along his right hand a slight limp, which he seemed to be having trouble mitigating, given his obvious exhaustion. A thin film of sweat had settled over his lithe frame and an observant individual would take note of his scuffed shoes and the areas of his sweater dark with wet patches.
He had obviously been walking for quite some time and had taken only minimal effort to secure his health.
Even now, with his head down and his breath coming in short bursts, Sam carried on, determined, it seemed, to get to wherever it was he was going, come hell or high water. Glancing up, he caught sight of a red light at the intersection and came to a halt, his body moving almost independent of his thoughts as it only occurred to him just how close he was to stepping off the curb a second after he had stopped walking. Frowning, Sam mopped at his forehead with his sleeve and began to contemplate just how he had gotten this far. "I've been walking for the better part of two weeks now, and I've only stopped for rest about three times. Given the symptoms I'm exhibiting, I'm suffering from a mixture of malnutrition and dehydration. I should address that" Sam thought to himself as he caught sight of a near deserted park and crossed the street before making his way towards it.
(Currently wearing Medium Weights. Maximum PL of 12,794. Currently powered down to, approximately, 1000)
Dressed casually, a pair of simple black trousers and a red sweater, and carrying a rucksack thrown over one shoulder, the young man might've managed to pull off the image of a young man simply trudging his way home from work or perhaps a student escaping a harrying day of class, had his condition not given him away. Due in equal parts to his choice in method of travel and the attack he had suffered at the hands of the off-worlder only a few days prior, the raven-haired young man was sporting light bruising on his face, battered and scabbed flesh along his right hand a slight limp, which he seemed to be having trouble mitigating, given his obvious exhaustion. A thin film of sweat had settled over his lithe frame and an observant individual would take note of his scuffed shoes and the areas of his sweater dark with wet patches.
He had obviously been walking for quite some time and had taken only minimal effort to secure his health.
Even now, with his head down and his breath coming in short bursts, Sam carried on, determined, it seemed, to get to wherever it was he was going, come hell or high water. Glancing up, he caught sight of a red light at the intersection and came to a halt, his body moving almost independent of his thoughts as it only occurred to him just how close he was to stepping off the curb a second after he had stopped walking. Frowning, Sam mopped at his forehead with his sleeve and began to contemplate just how he had gotten this far. "I've been walking for the better part of two weeks now, and I've only stopped for rest about three times. Given the symptoms I'm exhibiting, I'm suffering from a mixture of malnutrition and dehydration. I should address that" Sam thought to himself as he caught sight of a near deserted park and crossed the street before making his way towards it.
(Currently wearing Medium Weights. Maximum PL of 12,794. Currently powered down to, approximately, 1000)