Post by Kalanie on Apr 26, 2006 11:34:36 GMT 12
Screw the friggin' government.
That's right! Screw them all! They were never good for anything but getting you all irritated and worked up for nothing! A snort passed from Kent as he kicked a stone, listening to it echo in the tunnel. He allowed his cerulean eyes to gaze around. His peaceful nature had betrayed him when he trusted his old friends to take care of him. No, they ran away to find a better life only to let him lay there and rot, food for the buzzards. He roughly shoved his hands in his pockets as he wandered around the tunnels, forgotten by the passage of time. He didn't really mind that part. Being popular had always been so overrated anyways. A sigh passed from the young man as he haulted and leaned up against the wall.
His ceruleans eyes traveled with what remained of the tracks. He could just imagine how they looked when a subway train was hurling over them at amazing speeds to get from one part of the city to the other. He ran a hand through his messy brunette hair, giving an irritated look as they fell back into his cerulean eyes. They had always been a pain in the butt to deal with but he never had the courage to cut them off. He liked the cut actually - or most of it anyways. Leaning his head against the wall, Kent allowed himself to be swamped by constant memories of the past with his family and everyone else that had mattered to him. As he thought of this, his hands tightened around the handle of his blade. It was opened, thankfully.
Shaking his head slightly, he straightened up and gazed around the tunnel, little light emitting from the way he had come. Fumbling around in his pockets for a lighter, he found what he was looking for and took it out. He flipped it open and lit it, a small hint of light glowing now, shadows casting off the walls like puppets being controlled by their master.
That's right! Screw them all! They were never good for anything but getting you all irritated and worked up for nothing! A snort passed from Kent as he kicked a stone, listening to it echo in the tunnel. He allowed his cerulean eyes to gaze around. His peaceful nature had betrayed him when he trusted his old friends to take care of him. No, they ran away to find a better life only to let him lay there and rot, food for the buzzards. He roughly shoved his hands in his pockets as he wandered around the tunnels, forgotten by the passage of time. He didn't really mind that part. Being popular had always been so overrated anyways. A sigh passed from the young man as he haulted and leaned up against the wall.
His ceruleans eyes traveled with what remained of the tracks. He could just imagine how they looked when a subway train was hurling over them at amazing speeds to get from one part of the city to the other. He ran a hand through his messy brunette hair, giving an irritated look as they fell back into his cerulean eyes. They had always been a pain in the butt to deal with but he never had the courage to cut them off. He liked the cut actually - or most of it anyways. Leaning his head against the wall, Kent allowed himself to be swamped by constant memories of the past with his family and everyone else that had mattered to him. As he thought of this, his hands tightened around the handle of his blade. It was opened, thankfully.
Shaking his head slightly, he straightened up and gazed around the tunnel, little light emitting from the way he had come. Fumbling around in his pockets for a lighter, he found what he was looking for and took it out. He flipped it open and lit it, a small hint of light glowing now, shadows casting off the walls like puppets being controlled by their master.