Post by luca on Nov 21, 2009 14:17:15 GMT -5
Rain fell in torrents as the fall whether began to slowly give way to that of winter. Overhead the sky rumbled gently, a slow and shaking thunder ringing out for all the city to hear. It wasn't the kind of violent and ear-splitting thunder that came with storms, no this was gentle, almost rhythmic, coming with the rains that fell from the Heaven's above to the waiting world below. It was the rainstorm that Luca was currently walking throw, the collar of his coat pulled up high to stop the rain from running down his back and against his skin.
Stopping by a building that seemed to be in somewhat better repair than that of those around it, the Dragon stopped, amber eyes seeming to sparkle against the wet flesh of his face. Turning to look back down the street, a common habit that had formed within the psyche of the Komodo, he starred down the barren streets for what seemed like an eternity under the echoing thunder and pouring rains. The nearly obsessive trait had formed ever since this world had turned to shit, and it was something he doubted would ever leave him. In a world this fucked up you just couldn't afford to be the badass who thought he was impervious to ambush and death.
Finally content he was alone, Luca turned on his heel to face the door, grabbing the knob and pushing open the entrance with a broad shoulder.
And the first thing to greet him in this place was the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and the scents of Wolves, Bats, and Beasts. The presence of the other breeds had never really bothered him, Luca had never been one to care about the others, hell he didn't even care about the other Beasts. Even at a time when he should have flocked to the safety of numbers, in a world where the idea of having support and allies should have seemed natural and a wise decision; he just didn't care. It wasn't out of a sense to be a loner, nor was it because he thought himself superior enough to survive on his own; it was simply a product of his DNA. Komodo's were solitary creatures, and the forcefully injected DNA had taken over ways he thought. He was a solitary creature, simply put, and he didn't need a pack.
Walking down a flight of stairs, Luca pushed open a second door that brought him into the club of Liquid Silver. And my of my, what a sight it was. Outside of the meeting places the breeds had, this was the single most crowded place in the city. A place where creatures came to simply let go, to forget about all the shit they lived through, to forget about the fact that they now inhabited a world that more closely resembled a Hell than anything else.
Making his way to the bar, slipping almost unnoticed between the multitudes of people, Luca found an empty stool and claimed it as his own. Pulling off the rain drenched coat, the Dragon ran a hand over his buzz-cropped hair, driving the water from the short stubble that remained. Mildly annoyed from the fact that the coat hadn't aided in keeping him dry, most obvious by the fact that the plain green shirt he wore was a noticeably darker shade from the rain.
Reaching into his pocket, Luca produced his ever present pack of cigarettes and lighter. Sliding the butt between his lips, the Komodo flicked the lighter to life and inhaled the first puff of the toxic smoke. A few second later the bartender appeared before him, starring at the right arm of Luca that from the wrist all the way up to his shoulder was covered in detailed tattoos, not that he could see all the way up to his shoulder. "Those from before the fall?" Luca, who hadn't been paying enough attention to see the man approached, smiled lightly and nodded. "Figured, you just can't get shit like that anymore." Laughing lightly to himself, the Dragon ordered himself a drink and a few moments later was drinking a whiskey straight.
The smoke nestled gently between his lips, the glass held firmly in his right hand, Luca swiveled in his chair to look out at the dance floor. Whatever beat was playing, it had a deep enough bass to almost vibrate the very body of the Komodo. It was a pleasant enough experience, and he allowed himself to relax, let his muscles unknot and slowly give way to relaxation. Pulling the cigarette away from his mouth with his free hand, the Beast took a drink from the glass, letting the liquid run down his throat and warm his insides.
Fuck, he missed living in a world like this. [/color][/size]
Stopping by a building that seemed to be in somewhat better repair than that of those around it, the Dragon stopped, amber eyes seeming to sparkle against the wet flesh of his face. Turning to look back down the street, a common habit that had formed within the psyche of the Komodo, he starred down the barren streets for what seemed like an eternity under the echoing thunder and pouring rains. The nearly obsessive trait had formed ever since this world had turned to shit, and it was something he doubted would ever leave him. In a world this fucked up you just couldn't afford to be the badass who thought he was impervious to ambush and death.
Finally content he was alone, Luca turned on his heel to face the door, grabbing the knob and pushing open the entrance with a broad shoulder.
And the first thing to greet him in this place was the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and the scents of Wolves, Bats, and Beasts. The presence of the other breeds had never really bothered him, Luca had never been one to care about the others, hell he didn't even care about the other Beasts. Even at a time when he should have flocked to the safety of numbers, in a world where the idea of having support and allies should have seemed natural and a wise decision; he just didn't care. It wasn't out of a sense to be a loner, nor was it because he thought himself superior enough to survive on his own; it was simply a product of his DNA. Komodo's were solitary creatures, and the forcefully injected DNA had taken over ways he thought. He was a solitary creature, simply put, and he didn't need a pack.
Walking down a flight of stairs, Luca pushed open a second door that brought him into the club of Liquid Silver. And my of my, what a sight it was. Outside of the meeting places the breeds had, this was the single most crowded place in the city. A place where creatures came to simply let go, to forget about all the shit they lived through, to forget about the fact that they now inhabited a world that more closely resembled a Hell than anything else.
Making his way to the bar, slipping almost unnoticed between the multitudes of people, Luca found an empty stool and claimed it as his own. Pulling off the rain drenched coat, the Dragon ran a hand over his buzz-cropped hair, driving the water from the short stubble that remained. Mildly annoyed from the fact that the coat hadn't aided in keeping him dry, most obvious by the fact that the plain green shirt he wore was a noticeably darker shade from the rain.
Reaching into his pocket, Luca produced his ever present pack of cigarettes and lighter. Sliding the butt between his lips, the Komodo flicked the lighter to life and inhaled the first puff of the toxic smoke. A few second later the bartender appeared before him, starring at the right arm of Luca that from the wrist all the way up to his shoulder was covered in detailed tattoos, not that he could see all the way up to his shoulder. "Those from before the fall?" Luca, who hadn't been paying enough attention to see the man approached, smiled lightly and nodded. "Figured, you just can't get shit like that anymore." Laughing lightly to himself, the Dragon ordered himself a drink and a few moments later was drinking a whiskey straight.
The smoke nestled gently between his lips, the glass held firmly in his right hand, Luca swiveled in his chair to look out at the dance floor. Whatever beat was playing, it had a deep enough bass to almost vibrate the very body of the Komodo. It was a pleasant enough experience, and he allowed himself to relax, let his muscles unknot and slowly give way to relaxation. Pulling the cigarette away from his mouth with his free hand, the Beast took a drink from the glass, letting the liquid run down his throat and warm his insides.
Fuck, he missed living in a world like this. [/color][/size]