Too Much Time{Yuffie, Invite}
Mar 27, 2011 6:07:00 GMT
Post by Leon Walter Deltova on Mar 27, 2011 6:07:00 GMT
The bright lights, the laughter, the noise, it reminded Leon of the cities back home. It was a clear night, but because of the countless lights in the general area, the stars couldn't be seen. He enjoyed looking up at the mysteries of the universe above him and marvled at the insignificance there-within. Leon shrugged and continued on his way.
Everywhere, kids ran to and fro, laughing and running after or away from one another, playing tag or running to the closest amusement in this park. A mascot waddled by, waving and offering a silly dance to the children, who clapped and squeeled with delight. They ran off after the mascot to go see something or another. Leon however, smiled and shook his head. Ahh... the joys of youthful bliss... Ignorance of the harshities of the real world.Leon thought to himself, quietly following the children with his eyes.
Soon they were out of sight and Leon turned back on his way. He had heard of a bar in the general area, and he had nothing to do for the next several days. Through his mind, however, Leon was contemplating why his contact had insisted on sending him here as a part of the payment for his misson. The contact had assured Leon that he would feel relaxed and would love his time there. So far, however, Leon had only wandered the area, mapping out the huge expanse quietly and carefully. Of course, Leon plotted different places where stratigic locations were, possible defensive strategies with the materials on hand, and other militaristic thought processes.
His mind was never quiet, unless he was home or at the bar, which he was already heading for. Not even nine o'clock and Leon was heading to the bar. An early night, but then again, nothing was really going on.
~
Several hours later, after finishing several of the owners finest cases of whiskey, Leon was asked to leave. He shrugged and got up, throwing a knife at a man who had been talking badly about Leon. The knife stuck just below the man's crotch, imbedding into the wooden chair three inches. The man looked shakily to where the knife sat and to his own safty. Leon simply cocked his head to the side and arched one of his eyebrows. The man, obviously taking the hint that Leon was not drunk and could hear him, kindly yanked the knife free and handed it to Leon, even offering to replace the chair for the bartender.
Leon nodded his head and walked out, returning the knife to its orriginal holster. Out in the open air again, this time, however, the night had fully come in, Leon turned and walked back towards the tunnel system, intent on heading back to the inn and crashing in his already paid for bed. It had been a long enough day and tomorrow was only going to be another one like today was.
[/center][/size]Everywhere, kids ran to and fro, laughing and running after or away from one another, playing tag or running to the closest amusement in this park. A mascot waddled by, waving and offering a silly dance to the children, who clapped and squeeled with delight. They ran off after the mascot to go see something or another. Leon however, smiled and shook his head. Ahh... the joys of youthful bliss... Ignorance of the harshities of the real world.Leon thought to himself, quietly following the children with his eyes.
Soon they were out of sight and Leon turned back on his way. He had heard of a bar in the general area, and he had nothing to do for the next several days. Through his mind, however, Leon was contemplating why his contact had insisted on sending him here as a part of the payment for his misson. The contact had assured Leon that he would feel relaxed and would love his time there. So far, however, Leon had only wandered the area, mapping out the huge expanse quietly and carefully. Of course, Leon plotted different places where stratigic locations were, possible defensive strategies with the materials on hand, and other militaristic thought processes.
His mind was never quiet, unless he was home or at the bar, which he was already heading for. Not even nine o'clock and Leon was heading to the bar. An early night, but then again, nothing was really going on.
~
Several hours later, after finishing several of the owners finest cases of whiskey, Leon was asked to leave. He shrugged and got up, throwing a knife at a man who had been talking badly about Leon. The knife stuck just below the man's crotch, imbedding into the wooden chair three inches. The man looked shakily to where the knife sat and to his own safty. Leon simply cocked his head to the side and arched one of his eyebrows. The man, obviously taking the hint that Leon was not drunk and could hear him, kindly yanked the knife free and handed it to Leon, even offering to replace the chair for the bartender.
Leon nodded his head and walked out, returning the knife to its orriginal holster. Out in the open air again, this time, however, the night had fully come in, Leon turned and walked back towards the tunnel system, intent on heading back to the inn and crashing in his already paid for bed. It had been a long enough day and tomorrow was only going to be another one like today was.