Post by John Plisken on Jul 28, 2008 23:58:31 GMT 1
(OOC- Long Post)
Echoes of crunching leaves and snapping twigs could be heard across the forest as well as the stomping of feet, as the dusk of night began to descend upon the city of San Francisco, in an almost poetic fashion. The air was moist, as one would expect of the forest, as it brushes against the bright auburn hair of the young man sprinting through the silent sunset. His arms push away bushes and frail branches, as the young man lifts his head to see the light he had sought for. With the light as confirmation, the young one stops his dash, and begins to pant uncontrollably, but with a smile on his lips. He had made it to see it just in time. The light would reveal the young John Plisken, in his brown un-zipped jacket, Levi's, sneakers, his fingerless gloves pressing against his thigh, as he gasped for breath.
John would lift his head high enough to the beautiful scene; the sun setting under the Golden Gate Bridge, with it's light reflecting off of the water that rests beneath the bridge in perfect harmony. The sun seemed to sink into the water, as it laid down for its sleep beneath the waves of the seemingly omnipotent ocean. As far as John was from the bridge, he could not hear the roar of the automobile's engines or the yelling of the drivers. It was truly beautiful.
John straightened his body and slowed his breathing down, allowing him to breath through his nostrils to keep the silence down to a minimum. John couldn't help but visit his secret spot one last time before he began his journey of a lifetime: High School. The sun continued to lower itself, the light simmering away under the deep blue. John reached into his Levi's pockets and pulled out his memento of his father, the white bandanna. He clutched the cloth in his hands, tightening into a fist.
Exit Light, Enter Night...
This verse of the ever-so-famous song "Enter Sandman" could be viewed in many ways. For John, it meant one thing, the end of one thing and the beginning of another. He had been listening to the song more often because of that single verse. It meant so much to the young John in more ways that some could imagine. He felt that the next few years would forever change his life as a human being. John smirked. Although cliché, it was true.
He loosened his grip on the cloth, and wrapped it around his head, tightening it to a knot. He would then face the tree to his right, and get into his stance. He would lower his body, bending his knees, placing his right in front of his left, his hand being a semi-fist, his right foot leading with his right shoulder. Night has come, as it would begin John's next chapter in life.
He would begin by throwing three right jabs at the tree, purposely not making any contact. His next punch, however, would make contact, as he lowered his body and pushed himself forward, the back of his fist pounding his wooden opponent. HE would make a small hop back, keeping his eye on his target. John stepped forward slowly, closing the distance between the two. Then he would switch his stance, the left side being upfront, as John throw his right leg up, the shin smashing into the bark. As his right leg would lower, he would shoot up his left leg in perfect synchronization, the shin colliding with the bark once more. John would regain his footing, eying a branch on the tree. John would bring his leg up, swinging with his hip, allowing the side of his foot to smack the branch off. John would let the kick continue until it touched the ground, as he would plant the foot and spin counter-clockwise, shooting out his left leg as it bashed against the hard wood.
He felt his foot sink into the bark a little, as he would pull the leg out, he felt his left foot slipping forward. Thus, he would slip and fall, bouncing his head off the ground littered with leaves and twigs. He would look at the bridge once more, rubbing the back of his head, seeing the sun disappear completely.
"It was amazing while it lasted..." He would speak out lout, with a smile on his face.
Echoes of crunching leaves and snapping twigs could be heard across the forest as well as the stomping of feet, as the dusk of night began to descend upon the city of San Francisco, in an almost poetic fashion. The air was moist, as one would expect of the forest, as it brushes against the bright auburn hair of the young man sprinting through the silent sunset. His arms push away bushes and frail branches, as the young man lifts his head to see the light he had sought for. With the light as confirmation, the young one stops his dash, and begins to pant uncontrollably, but with a smile on his lips. He had made it to see it just in time. The light would reveal the young John Plisken, in his brown un-zipped jacket, Levi's, sneakers, his fingerless gloves pressing against his thigh, as he gasped for breath.
John would lift his head high enough to the beautiful scene; the sun setting under the Golden Gate Bridge, with it's light reflecting off of the water that rests beneath the bridge in perfect harmony. The sun seemed to sink into the water, as it laid down for its sleep beneath the waves of the seemingly omnipotent ocean. As far as John was from the bridge, he could not hear the roar of the automobile's engines or the yelling of the drivers. It was truly beautiful.
John straightened his body and slowed his breathing down, allowing him to breath through his nostrils to keep the silence down to a minimum. John couldn't help but visit his secret spot one last time before he began his journey of a lifetime: High School. The sun continued to lower itself, the light simmering away under the deep blue. John reached into his Levi's pockets and pulled out his memento of his father, the white bandanna. He clutched the cloth in his hands, tightening into a fist.
Exit Light, Enter Night...
This verse of the ever-so-famous song "Enter Sandman" could be viewed in many ways. For John, it meant one thing, the end of one thing and the beginning of another. He had been listening to the song more often because of that single verse. It meant so much to the young John in more ways that some could imagine. He felt that the next few years would forever change his life as a human being. John smirked. Although cliché, it was true.
He loosened his grip on the cloth, and wrapped it around his head, tightening it to a knot. He would then face the tree to his right, and get into his stance. He would lower his body, bending his knees, placing his right in front of his left, his hand being a semi-fist, his right foot leading with his right shoulder. Night has come, as it would begin John's next chapter in life.
He would begin by throwing three right jabs at the tree, purposely not making any contact. His next punch, however, would make contact, as he lowered his body and pushed himself forward, the back of his fist pounding his wooden opponent. HE would make a small hop back, keeping his eye on his target. John stepped forward slowly, closing the distance between the two. Then he would switch his stance, the left side being upfront, as John throw his right leg up, the shin smashing into the bark. As his right leg would lower, he would shoot up his left leg in perfect synchronization, the shin colliding with the bark once more. John would regain his footing, eying a branch on the tree. John would bring his leg up, swinging with his hip, allowing the side of his foot to smack the branch off. John would let the kick continue until it touched the ground, as he would plant the foot and spin counter-clockwise, shooting out his left leg as it bashed against the hard wood.
He felt his foot sink into the bark a little, as he would pull the leg out, he felt his left foot slipping forward. Thus, he would slip and fall, bouncing his head off the ground littered with leaves and twigs. He would look at the bridge once more, rubbing the back of his head, seeing the sun disappear completely.
"It was amazing while it lasted..." He would speak out lout, with a smile on his face.