Post by John Ong on Oct 23, 2007 1:34:11 GMT 1
The young Ong boy sat in the courtyard eating his slice of pizza with pickle slices on it. The dye in his hair growing out so it was only tipped with white, while the rest is black. His dark blue eyes focused on eating his day away... Well that and observing every single thing that went on that he could catch. He had gotten into a few skirmishes himself, some more... Harsh than others, but it was interesting. Everyone here seemed to have a certain level of skill that put them off from others. Asiv wasn't going to like that, but it was the way things where here.
About when he moved to take another bite from his pizza he stopped in mid bite, opening his eyes in question. He put the pizza on the little red plastic plate and reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He flipped it open knowing the number and answered. Thats when he started paying attention.
"Who is this....? New Supervisor.....? I dont report to you... Fine, from what I can tell things are regularly docile, but there are acceptions like over there. Some not so weak fighters. They are all pretty good... Yes thats my outlook, what the hell is that supposed to mean...?"
with an annoyed grunt John shut the phone with his index finger against the back of the black razr phone, making it snap shut. Some events where going on back 'home', and seems some things have switched around. He would have to stay longer for what was originally had been the estimation. John shrugged and went back in an attempt to bite his pizza, once more.
About when he moved to take another bite from his pizza he stopped in mid bite, opening his eyes in question. He put the pizza on the little red plastic plate and reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He flipped it open knowing the number and answered. Thats when he started paying attention.
"Who is this....? New Supervisor.....? I dont report to you... Fine, from what I can tell things are regularly docile, but there are acceptions like over there. Some not so weak fighters. They are all pretty good... Yes thats my outlook, what the hell is that supposed to mean...?"
with an annoyed grunt John shut the phone with his index finger against the back of the black razr phone, making it snap shut. Some events where going on back 'home', and seems some things have switched around. He would have to stay longer for what was originally had been the estimation. John shrugged and went back in an attempt to bite his pizza, once more.