Post by Rhis on May 3, 2008 3:16:18 GMT 1
His button down swayed gently in the breeze, the calming effect was greatly appreciated. He had sweat quite a bit just making it up to his favorite spot, one he used to frequent as a child. It was perfect for talking, or just sitting and letting one self mull over any thoughts they had. It was completely grassed over, overlooking the choppy water which smashed against the cliff side. He guessed he wasn't more than seventy-five feet from the chilly waters, and the scent could be taken in from his spot.
While it was a decent sized clearing, and the trees laid out an interesting canopy above, sheltering most of it from the harsh sun in the early hours, fighting here in his opinion was foolish beyond everything else. He would never fight here.
Instead, he was thinking. It had occupied his time ever since the first assembly. His thirst for excitement hadn't quelled after his first scuffle and the fact that Paragon was going to let students run riot was something of a small pleasure to him. 'The only problem is that I like to control. Here, there won't be any control. At least, not yet.' He thought it over.
He was still in control of what people thought about him, and he figured that being a skinny, green haired guy would get him as low on the chain as possible. "They'd see me as a freak, not much to go on, and certainly not someone vying for dominance." He nodded to himself, agreeing with his last statement. This would allow him to slide right on by a few people's cross hairs. "I'd have to deal with everyday punks, but that won't be a problem."
The other problem was that, he was trained to fight, but had no real experience. Sucker punching people that let you in wasn't experience. "I'll need to get a few friends, quite fast as well. I suppose that'll come with time. The true question, is whether or not I can twist them into the same game?" He smiled a bit, relishing the prospect of the coming chaos. He looked out over the bay one more time before reaching a conclusion. "I guess I'll just have to step up and help everyone out a bit." He stressed the word help. Rhis had a very special meaning for that word.
He stood to go, wiping the dust and dirt away from his jeans, the frayed ends hanging over his sneakers. Hands in his pocket, one fidgeting with his keys and one tempted to pull out his cell and check the time, he made it to the edge of the small clearing, about to step inside and make the trek back to his car if it weren't for the rustling of a bush on the opposite side.
While it was a decent sized clearing, and the trees laid out an interesting canopy above, sheltering most of it from the harsh sun in the early hours, fighting here in his opinion was foolish beyond everything else. He would never fight here.
Instead, he was thinking. It had occupied his time ever since the first assembly. His thirst for excitement hadn't quelled after his first scuffle and the fact that Paragon was going to let students run riot was something of a small pleasure to him. 'The only problem is that I like to control. Here, there won't be any control. At least, not yet.' He thought it over.
He was still in control of what people thought about him, and he figured that being a skinny, green haired guy would get him as low on the chain as possible. "They'd see me as a freak, not much to go on, and certainly not someone vying for dominance." He nodded to himself, agreeing with his last statement. This would allow him to slide right on by a few people's cross hairs. "I'd have to deal with everyday punks, but that won't be a problem."
The other problem was that, he was trained to fight, but had no real experience. Sucker punching people that let you in wasn't experience. "I'll need to get a few friends, quite fast as well. I suppose that'll come with time. The true question, is whether or not I can twist them into the same game?" He smiled a bit, relishing the prospect of the coming chaos. He looked out over the bay one more time before reaching a conclusion. "I guess I'll just have to step up and help everyone out a bit." He stressed the word help. Rhis had a very special meaning for that word.
He stood to go, wiping the dust and dirt away from his jeans, the frayed ends hanging over his sneakers. Hands in his pocket, one fidgeting with his keys and one tempted to pull out his cell and check the time, he made it to the edge of the small clearing, about to step inside and make the trek back to his car if it weren't for the rustling of a bush on the opposite side.
