Post by gary on May 25, 2007 16:06:34 GMT 1
"Yeah... Fine... Yes, I've got the key.... Midnight, got it. Bye."
With the press of a button, the cell phone was then turned off. The phone wasn't anything fancy, black back, the front was electric blue with silver buttons; the phone itself was standard issue with no internet connections, camera, recording, or even radio. But then that was mostly because Gary didn't care for those things, after all; phones were made to be used to contact people with; not to take pictures or surf the net.
The sunset beamed across the horizon, the sky refracting its light to create an erratic array of colours; whoever created the sunsets and sunrises must have been an artist. Now sitting on the beach, staring at this beauty with an absent mind, was Gary. He was wearing navy blue shorts and a white shirt, while his grey sneakers were at his side, the bare feet as motionless as the rest his body as he sat with his legs crossed, leaning back onto his elbows.
He had been training for the past few hours, and the smell, along with the damp clothes, showed that to whoever passed by. Although most people would rather be at places other than the beach at that time. There was the odd couple that enjoyed the scenery, and a group of friends having a night out, but that seemed to be it so far.
Gary, however, was not taking notice of anyone. He was lost in his track of thoughts; there were things he had to figure out, problems to solve. The most obvious one would be the Varronite issue; getting rid of them was something he would not be able to do alone, he had to get help. But that was also something that would have to be dealt with at another time, for now he just the little guy, an insignificant pest interfering with things that others believed he didn't understand. But the problem was that he did, he saw that there was something in the backgrounds, thoughts he knew were hidden in the shadows, and it was as if he knew how to grab what he wanted, but didn't know where to grasp.
But before he could find any answers, he needed to be noticed, he needed to have some way of forcing someone with information into giving him answers, and that required certain people to see him as threat, and for others to see him as someone helping their cause; because in his eyes, this was a cause worth fighting, this was the right thing to do, in the end it would turn out to be the right decision and everyone would have to see it.
Letting himself to fall onto his back, Gary began staring at the sky directly above him, marvelling at how the clouds became a strikingly similar colour to the skies; even if they did still stand out enough to be noticed clearly. But his mind would return its thoughts to the matter he was concerned about. The one that meant he could no longer simply make his way through high school, the interference that could get someone killed. Gary shuddered at the thought, he hated death and the image of two students slumped next to each other after severe beatings flashed before his eyes; the last straw before Gary's sudden devotion to this new cause.
He then had an idea, a brainwave; he'd fight one of the bigger, more respected Varronites and he would win, or come devastatingly close. Better than that, he'd find the best fighter from that damned school, and he would wipe the floor with them. Gary now had another goal, one which would catch the eyes of everyone, a goal that meant Varronites would fear the very sight of him, one that could only come with training, experience and sheer determination.
Sitting up again, this time with a smile at himself, Gary froze as he heard a noise behind him. Standing, he turned to face this person; would this be another acquaintance, an aid to his cause, or an enemy, another punch bag to take advantage of?
ooc: This is the result of me rethinking the character development of Gary. Got a new direction to head in after reading some old threads, lol.
With the press of a button, the cell phone was then turned off. The phone wasn't anything fancy, black back, the front was electric blue with silver buttons; the phone itself was standard issue with no internet connections, camera, recording, or even radio. But then that was mostly because Gary didn't care for those things, after all; phones were made to be used to contact people with; not to take pictures or surf the net.
The sunset beamed across the horizon, the sky refracting its light to create an erratic array of colours; whoever created the sunsets and sunrises must have been an artist. Now sitting on the beach, staring at this beauty with an absent mind, was Gary. He was wearing navy blue shorts and a white shirt, while his grey sneakers were at his side, the bare feet as motionless as the rest his body as he sat with his legs crossed, leaning back onto his elbows.
He had been training for the past few hours, and the smell, along with the damp clothes, showed that to whoever passed by. Although most people would rather be at places other than the beach at that time. There was the odd couple that enjoyed the scenery, and a group of friends having a night out, but that seemed to be it so far.
Gary, however, was not taking notice of anyone. He was lost in his track of thoughts; there were things he had to figure out, problems to solve. The most obvious one would be the Varronite issue; getting rid of them was something he would not be able to do alone, he had to get help. But that was also something that would have to be dealt with at another time, for now he just the little guy, an insignificant pest interfering with things that others believed he didn't understand. But the problem was that he did, he saw that there was something in the backgrounds, thoughts he knew were hidden in the shadows, and it was as if he knew how to grab what he wanted, but didn't know where to grasp.
But before he could find any answers, he needed to be noticed, he needed to have some way of forcing someone with information into giving him answers, and that required certain people to see him as threat, and for others to see him as someone helping their cause; because in his eyes, this was a cause worth fighting, this was the right thing to do, in the end it would turn out to be the right decision and everyone would have to see it.
Letting himself to fall onto his back, Gary began staring at the sky directly above him, marvelling at how the clouds became a strikingly similar colour to the skies; even if they did still stand out enough to be noticed clearly. But his mind would return its thoughts to the matter he was concerned about. The one that meant he could no longer simply make his way through high school, the interference that could get someone killed. Gary shuddered at the thought, he hated death and the image of two students slumped next to each other after severe beatings flashed before his eyes; the last straw before Gary's sudden devotion to this new cause.
He then had an idea, a brainwave; he'd fight one of the bigger, more respected Varronites and he would win, or come devastatingly close. Better than that, he'd find the best fighter from that damned school, and he would wipe the floor with them. Gary now had another goal, one which would catch the eyes of everyone, a goal that meant Varronites would fear the very sight of him, one that could only come with training, experience and sheer determination.
Sitting up again, this time with a smile at himself, Gary froze as he heard a noise behind him. Standing, he turned to face this person; would this be another acquaintance, an aid to his cause, or an enemy, another punch bag to take advantage of?
ooc: This is the result of me rethinking the character development of Gary. Got a new direction to head in after reading some old threads, lol.