Post by Jazz on May 24, 2007 23:21:40 GMT 1
A familier figure was wandering down the streets of San Fran. Perhaps not so familier to those who had come here within the last few months, but familier to the Varronites. With hands in pockets and head lowerd the figure walked with no real direction or aim....It was just a walk.
People buzzed all around him. Going about there daily lifes, Shopping etc. He didnt care much at the moment who was doing what he kept more to himself these days anyway. A hint of sunlight glinted from the corner of his shades and he made his way down main street. His free hair was alowed to fall down his face covering most of his glasses, catching the odd gust of wind that moved it from right to left. His eyes darting rom side to side, glancing at shopps and buildings, trying to see if something would grab his attention.
What seemed like momets later he found himself in the middle of a rather quaint clothing store that sold what could only be described as surfer gear. Jazz blinked a few times while he held a rather festive shirt in his hand. He almost half grinned and let the shirt fall back into place on the rack. He briskly left the shop and once again made his way down the street.
This place seemed almost forigne to him after spending so long at Varron, the size of the place was overwhealming and the people were as nice as they could come......for the most part.
30 mins later.
Jazz found himself standing on the beach overlooking the bay and out towards alchatraz island. It was quite a view, No for the splendor or scenery but for the fact that he was looking at what some people would consider a fortress in its hayday. It was a sight. Jazz stood a moment to take it in then began to walk back away from the beach. He came to a small rocky outcrop, It was quiet not alot of people. Jazz kind of place. He took a wander down and sat on one of the larger rocks. To his right he could see the bridge and to his left he could see the island prison.
'Relaxing.' he thought as he lay back enjoying the sun and the noise of the small waves crash against the shore. In the distance he could also hear sea lions, One of the cities trade marks. Jazz smiled before closing his eyes.
People buzzed all around him. Going about there daily lifes, Shopping etc. He didnt care much at the moment who was doing what he kept more to himself these days anyway. A hint of sunlight glinted from the corner of his shades and he made his way down main street. His free hair was alowed to fall down his face covering most of his glasses, catching the odd gust of wind that moved it from right to left. His eyes darting rom side to side, glancing at shopps and buildings, trying to see if something would grab his attention.
What seemed like momets later he found himself in the middle of a rather quaint clothing store that sold what could only be described as surfer gear. Jazz blinked a few times while he held a rather festive shirt in his hand. He almost half grinned and let the shirt fall back into place on the rack. He briskly left the shop and once again made his way down the street.
This place seemed almost forigne to him after spending so long at Varron, the size of the place was overwhealming and the people were as nice as they could come......for the most part.
30 mins later.
Jazz found himself standing on the beach overlooking the bay and out towards alchatraz island. It was quite a view, No for the splendor or scenery but for the fact that he was looking at what some people would consider a fortress in its hayday. It was a sight. Jazz stood a moment to take it in then began to walk back away from the beach. He came to a small rocky outcrop, It was quiet not alot of people. Jazz kind of place. He took a wander down and sat on one of the larger rocks. To his right he could see the bridge and to his left he could see the island prison.
'Relaxing.' he thought as he lay back enjoying the sun and the noise of the small waves crash against the shore. In the distance he could also hear sea lions, One of the cities trade marks. Jazz smiled before closing his eyes.