Post by Chauncey Mercier on May 24, 2013 5:13:41 GMT
has he ever voiced his distaste for the sunlight before? if he has, then you shouldn't be hearing any complaint from him for a while. why? because it was dark out. sweet, sweet darkness that only comes for about ten hours a day before using run away to flee from the sun's harmful rays.
he had always loved the cool breezes that came with each nightfall. it made him tolerate the changing seasons even more as he knew they would always have dropping temperatures as the moon rose high into the sky. it also made wearing sweaters more bearable as he didn't sweat nearly as much--oh, wait, he didn't sweat at all anymore. never mind on that thought, then. he still didn't have to worry about overheating, and carrying around a water bottle or five to keep him from doing so was rarer during the night.
it was currently only eight fifty-four, such an early time yet already so dark. the sun was far beyond the horizon, never to be seen again until six hours past midnight the next day. the moon had already taken its place high in the sky, surrounded by the stars from so far off that it could consider friends. it must be lonely up there, so far into the sky without anyone around but the twinkling lights of the stars beyond reach. oh, look at him, he was getting poetic. he should really stop before he started thinking there was something wrong with himself. oh, that's right, there was. ha!
the masked man strode forwards, one foot in front of the other, with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans. the streets were relatively bare except for the grunts patrolling the city. they wore frowns upon their faces, nodding at him as he passed. he didn't know why most of the lower members hated the night shift. it was the best time of the night! and, the crowds were little to none. they should rejoice to have such a wonderful job. tsk. they just didn't understand the benefits they reaped by being given the night shift. with a sigh, the man moved on, shaking his head softly.
he didn't have a destination. he never did. he just needed an escape--an escape from reality, from the nightmares that plagued him, from actual work. for the last part, he had grunts who could do all that crap. he didn't have time for that. ah, it's tough being god. haha, look at him, acting all high and mighty as he walked around the empty streets while slouching. his mental superiority complex was far worse than what he let on physically.
before he knew it, he was in a wide open area, atop a hill. staring back at him was the statue of palkia and dialga. he let out a low chuckle, staring at the ancient pokemon. "so much for protecting the city." he grinned behind his mask, narrowing his blue gaze at the two beings of time and space.
ooc: kitty mask (shown in table). miaou~!
he had always loved the cool breezes that came with each nightfall. it made him tolerate the changing seasons even more as he knew they would always have dropping temperatures as the moon rose high into the sky. it also made wearing sweaters more bearable as he didn't sweat nearly as much--oh, wait, he didn't sweat at all anymore. never mind on that thought, then. he still didn't have to worry about overheating, and carrying around a water bottle or five to keep him from doing so was rarer during the night.
it was currently only eight fifty-four, such an early time yet already so dark. the sun was far beyond the horizon, never to be seen again until six hours past midnight the next day. the moon had already taken its place high in the sky, surrounded by the stars from so far off that it could consider friends. it must be lonely up there, so far into the sky without anyone around but the twinkling lights of the stars beyond reach. oh, look at him, he was getting poetic. he should really stop before he started thinking there was something wrong with himself. oh, that's right, there was. ha!
the masked man strode forwards, one foot in front of the other, with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans. the streets were relatively bare except for the grunts patrolling the city. they wore frowns upon their faces, nodding at him as he passed. he didn't know why most of the lower members hated the night shift. it was the best time of the night! and, the crowds were little to none. they should rejoice to have such a wonderful job. tsk. they just didn't understand the benefits they reaped by being given the night shift. with a sigh, the man moved on, shaking his head softly.
he didn't have a destination. he never did. he just needed an escape--an escape from reality, from the nightmares that plagued him, from actual work. for the last part, he had grunts who could do all that crap. he didn't have time for that. ah, it's tough being god. haha, look at him, acting all high and mighty as he walked around the empty streets while slouching. his mental superiority complex was far worse than what he let on physically.
before he knew it, he was in a wide open area, atop a hill. staring back at him was the statue of palkia and dialga. he let out a low chuckle, staring at the ancient pokemon. "so much for protecting the city." he grinned behind his mask, narrowing his blue gaze at the two beings of time and space.
ooc: kitty mask (shown in table). miaou~!
