Post by ronan on Jan 22, 2010 13:41:54 GMT -5
The ice cold chill of the wind as it came off the water slapped against the sand of the beach where the waves crashed and rolled up into the city over hilly dunes. Standing against the beaten and battered boardwalk was an older man who looked to be in his late forties with a graying five o'clock shadow and bed head with no real style to it. However this odd look seemed to give off its own sense of aged style with its careless appearance as if it only got better and better with time. Piercing blue eyes shifted back and forth along the beach as the wood of the beam he was leaning against creaked every time the wind tossed its icy fingers in his direction. It was as if he was looking for something or someone this evening but in truth he was simply enjoying a night to himself in which he could pause and reflect.
Smoke rose up in the air and was tossed from sight mere seconds after taking shape as the wind destroyed the apparition he breathed out word from every drag of his cig. He had picked up smoking not to long ago and rather enjoyed the drug that was nicotine and the fact that it calmed him when his anger began to get the best of him. He had also picked up a new way of living that he was going to try out and that was he was no longer going to fight. He would simply walk away from problems or situations that were not worth it. He was getting old and this kind of shit was for the kids who felt they had something to prove in this fucked up world. He was an old timer at this point and he knew he was strong,quick,and deadly but in the end so was everyone else and there was someone out there who could give him the sweet release of death. However at this point and time there was no need to go looking for it around every corner.
No when his time would come there would be no walking away from it which would mean he found his ultimate challenge. That was how he would gauge the worthy fighters from the scrubs. If he could walk away from the fight then they were not worth his time from now on. Any decent fighter would take it as an insult to challenge another and have them walk away and not as a instant victory. He had a new perspective on everything now and he would use it to reach his ultimate goal in this world which was peace or death. Which ever one came first he would take but until one presented itself this smoke against the piller at the boardwalk was a great time and he would enjoy it.
Smoke rose up in the air and was tossed from sight mere seconds after taking shape as the wind destroyed the apparition he breathed out word from every drag of his cig. He had picked up smoking not to long ago and rather enjoyed the drug that was nicotine and the fact that it calmed him when his anger began to get the best of him. He had also picked up a new way of living that he was going to try out and that was he was no longer going to fight. He would simply walk away from problems or situations that were not worth it. He was getting old and this kind of shit was for the kids who felt they had something to prove in this fucked up world. He was an old timer at this point and he knew he was strong,quick,and deadly but in the end so was everyone else and there was someone out there who could give him the sweet release of death. However at this point and time there was no need to go looking for it around every corner.
No when his time would come there would be no walking away from it which would mean he found his ultimate challenge. That was how he would gauge the worthy fighters from the scrubs. If he could walk away from the fight then they were not worth his time from now on. Any decent fighter would take it as an insult to challenge another and have them walk away and not as a instant victory. He had a new perspective on everything now and he would use it to reach his ultimate goal in this world which was peace or death. Which ever one came first he would take but until one presented itself this smoke against the piller at the boardwalk was a great time and he would enjoy it.