Post by Sedrix West on Jan 18, 2007 22:20:36 GMT 1
Vile...
The only word spread across my mind. Chicago, the great city. All it is is corrupt citizens, crappy flats, litter, and starbucks. One can only say so much. The walk from the apartments to the school always make my feet drag. The foul veneiral stench almost closing my nose completely, and there is about a mugger every half mile or so...
Statistics show one man is killed by gunfire, in the United States every forty five minutes, though i cannot comment on the fact it could be caused by stupidity, accident, crossfire and such. I can still Say wit firm confidence, that is far too much for a country, even one the size of this one. It did not bother me much. My philosophy is we could die at any moment, the tragedy is the ones who die are always the innocent. The burglar, the mugger, the criminal always live, the victim always dies.
Still. Such is life.
A traffic light ahead. People walk as if the flashing lights mean nothing, then again maybe they don't. Either way it seems more than half the people in this dump would care not if they died. The tragedy is they don't. What a waste. A car comes screaming through, he's on his phone hitting seventy on a forty road. A woman and pram are crossing on a green light. The car continues to accelerate. I say it's the innocent who die, this is a prime example...
But Sedrix triggers. He walks into the road, in front of the car, and throws the woman and her pram back, avoiding the car. At that speed it will have knocked Sed backwards a few metres, right into the four lane junction. Thankfully the car was curtios enough to slow down just enough to hit him into the junction, but not the middle. The car had to screech to a halt to avoid a new brain soaked highway. Sed gets to his feet and walks across the road to the pavement. Ignoring the distress, the worries, and the compliments blasted at him. The driver of the car just continued...
Yet, Such is life.
Sedrix kept walking. A cold liquid running down from his eye, to his chin, covering one half of his face. The phantom of the opera, zombie style. Chuckling, Sed continued, the dilemma quieting. It was now but a few blocks and about ten minutes to school. Although he had already been walking for fourty minutes, he should be shot in five minutes. Sed shimmied his coat up his shoulders, trying to look more formal than he did now, which is not a monumental task. One block left, he could already smell the fresher air. The cars around here, he could get around faster walking with and anchor in his leg, and a dog chewing his face.
Then, Such is life.
He reaches school. Mockery's, insults, challenges he finds. A more then adequate replacement for the deafening sounds of car horns. Sed did his best to ignore, but the arrogance and foolishness of the Hiricine students was getting to him, he would love nothing more than to snap a few skulls, but he could not. He simply ignored, making not a facial expression. No matter, it'll die down soon. He had been telling himself that for months.
Still, crap is life.
The only word spread across my mind. Chicago, the great city. All it is is corrupt citizens, crappy flats, litter, and starbucks. One can only say so much. The walk from the apartments to the school always make my feet drag. The foul veneiral stench almost closing my nose completely, and there is about a mugger every half mile or so...
Statistics show one man is killed by gunfire, in the United States every forty five minutes, though i cannot comment on the fact it could be caused by stupidity, accident, crossfire and such. I can still Say wit firm confidence, that is far too much for a country, even one the size of this one. It did not bother me much. My philosophy is we could die at any moment, the tragedy is the ones who die are always the innocent. The burglar, the mugger, the criminal always live, the victim always dies.
Still. Such is life.
A traffic light ahead. People walk as if the flashing lights mean nothing, then again maybe they don't. Either way it seems more than half the people in this dump would care not if they died. The tragedy is they don't. What a waste. A car comes screaming through, he's on his phone hitting seventy on a forty road. A woman and pram are crossing on a green light. The car continues to accelerate. I say it's the innocent who die, this is a prime example...
But Sedrix triggers. He walks into the road, in front of the car, and throws the woman and her pram back, avoiding the car. At that speed it will have knocked Sed backwards a few metres, right into the four lane junction. Thankfully the car was curtios enough to slow down just enough to hit him into the junction, but not the middle. The car had to screech to a halt to avoid a new brain soaked highway. Sed gets to his feet and walks across the road to the pavement. Ignoring the distress, the worries, and the compliments blasted at him. The driver of the car just continued...
Yet, Such is life.
Sedrix kept walking. A cold liquid running down from his eye, to his chin, covering one half of his face. The phantom of the opera, zombie style. Chuckling, Sed continued, the dilemma quieting. It was now but a few blocks and about ten minutes to school. Although he had already been walking for fourty minutes, he should be shot in five minutes. Sed shimmied his coat up his shoulders, trying to look more formal than he did now, which is not a monumental task. One block left, he could already smell the fresher air. The cars around here, he could get around faster walking with and anchor in his leg, and a dog chewing his face.
Then, Such is life.
He reaches school. Mockery's, insults, challenges he finds. A more then adequate replacement for the deafening sounds of car horns. Sed did his best to ignore, but the arrogance and foolishness of the Hiricine students was getting to him, he would love nothing more than to snap a few skulls, but he could not. He simply ignored, making not a facial expression. No matter, it'll die down soon. He had been telling himself that for months.
Still, crap is life.
