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Post by terror on Jul 21, 2011 0:12:09 GMT -5
 The sound of Reese’s heavy biker boots pounded against the sidewalk as he made his way down the crowded streets of New York City. At times he finds himself hating living within the city. Too many people in one place, it almost suffocates him. And just when he finished his thought a older man in a nice business suit and cell phone glued to his ear wasn’t paying much attention to his surrounds and rudely bumped into Reese’s shoulder rather roughly and had the nerve to continue walking without looking back. Reese slowly came to a stop and stood there in annoyance for a moment before peering over his shoulder. His dark eyes narrowed as he watched the man continue on his way, still pushing his way through the crowd. Almost knocking down a child. Sometimes he really wanted to use his powers just to put people in their place, but he knew better. He didn’t want to cause a panic in the early afternoon. Reese just let out a weary sighed and brought up a hand to adjust his black aviators higher on the bridge of his nose before continuing on his way. Where was he even going? He wasn’t sure, he didn’t really have a plan for today. Just wondering the street in search of something interesting to do.
Before too long Reese had came to another stop at a street light and waited patiently for it to change. While he did so, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other before he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. From behind the dark lenses of his glasses he observed the horde of people surrounding him. Most of them were in their own little world, others were to busy barking into their phone. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he hated hearing other’s obnoxious conversations. He then turned his attention across the street and arched a brow when he noticed the back side of central park. He suddenly like the idea of stretching his legs without having to dodge through people while walking. So the Park it was. Finally the light changed and everyone pushed forward and when he got across the street, he gladly separated himself from the crowd. As soon as he stepped through the main entrance arch a gentle breeze past through, causing a few loss pieces of his Mohawk to blow in the wind. He slowed down his pace to brisk walk and took in a slow inhale, taking in the scent of the park. Fresh cut grass, flowers, and tree leaves.
For a while he enjoyed his walk through the park but after a while the back of his legs were starting to ache, so he went on a search to find a nearby bench were he could sit and take a break for a few moments. As he rounded a corner he made a mental note to himself that maybe he should take some time to actually work out so things like this doesn't happen quite so often. Soon enough he found a empty park bench sitting under a shady tree and plopped down in it. Instantly he felt relief in his legs and he let out a sigh.
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Coming soon: Outfit
Sorry it sucks, muse is lacking: Notes
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Post by zaintison on Jul 21, 2011 18:46:30 GMT -5
The air was fresh and warm, the trees rustling slightly against one another. Luke was strolling through the park while wearing his civilian attire, looking for a place to sit down, and eat his fresh and newly purchased hot-dog. He had never been too Central Park so he thought- since I’m going to X-university now seems like a good time.
The people in New York City are so nice, and there are hot-dog carts are conveniently located near the tourist traps.... Tch scoffed Luke as his optimism suddenly became dim as he realized and he was just avoiding the issue at hand. These people had to know what was going on in those camps... it had to be stopped somehow. But what was he to do about it? H couldn't just go out and randomly scream about the issue. But for now he was just going to sit down and eat his hot-dog... ANGRILY Gnawing on the hot-dog like a vicious beast he pretended that hot-dog was the very source of all his problems and he must use every fiber of his being to devour its ketchup covered goodness. When he had finished devouring the hot-dog as if he were a dinosaur. He had realized he was sitting next to a strange and somewhat looking scary guy with a Mohawk and sunglasses. To Luke he looked like someone who was a member of a biker gang Oh Crap uhhh... I'm so sorry i didn't get ketchup on you did I?
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Post by terror on Jul 21, 2011 23:12:33 GMT -5
As Reese sat there, he used his right hand to start massaging the back of his thigh. He was getting too lazy for his own good. He can’t even take a twenty minute walk anymore without getting winded and straining his leg muscles. If the guys found out about this they would get on his case and he would never hear the end of it. Maybe he should start running in the mornings, get his stamina up. That wouldn’t work, he loved his sleep too much to give it up. He let out a bothersome sigh and tilted his head back to stare up at the sun peering through the leaves of the tree he sat under. Maybe he could start running in the afternoons when it was nice and cool out. There was the possibility of getting mugged of course depending where he decided to run, seeing as he lived in a ‘bad neighborhood’ but he was sure he could get out of that with ease. Sometimes having powers has its advantageous.
Suddenly he felt a shift in the bench underneath him and he picked up his head, looking to the side to see a young man. He couldn’t help but blink his eyes in confusion. Where the hell did he come from? As he looked over at the kid next to him he couldn’t help but arch a brow in wonderment. The kid looked like he hasn’t eaten in days the way he was devouring that poor hotdog. It never stood a chance. He continued to watch without saying a word because it appears that the kid hasn’t even noticed him sitting next to him. Actually a hotdog sounds good right about now, maybe he’ll grab one on the way back home whenever he decides to get his lazy butt off this bench. But for now he was too entertained watching the kid. Suddenly he felt something hit the side of his cheek and he froze for a second, in shock.
Oh Crap uhhh... I'm so sorry i didn't get ketchup on you did I?”
The kid’s voice snapped him out of his daze, hoping that wasn’t ketchup on the side of his face. Slowly he brought a hand up to his face and used the side of his index finger to wipe off what in fact was ketchup. But he wasn’t upset, it was funny actually. Who manages to get ketchup on their face when they aren’t even eating a hotdog. Reese just let out a light chuckle and smeared the ketchup that was now on his finger on the other boy’s cheek in a form of playful payback. “Looks likes it.” He finally said with a smirk. He wiped off his finger on the top of leg, using his jeans as a napkin for whatever remind. “Do you always go around hitting people in the face with ketchup?”
482: Words
Coming soon: Outfit
...: Notes
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