Post by Ryu Hiyobanshi on Jun 4, 2012 23:26:23 GMT -5
He wasn’t around the others today, which probably made him just that much more dangerous. He liked this, this walking alone in a park with no one really knowing his identity. It gave him a secret. It gave him something dark and hidden and something only known by him and those who had grown to surround him. He wasn’t a leader by any means, but the one with the cockiest attitude. He made sure he was drowning of the confidence that he could take down any man in a heartbeat. He wanted that intimidation to emanate from his body, back straight and making him look just that much taller than he actually was.
Sho of course was hovering around to find some food. It was what he did when he went on these lonely walks around the park. If anything, it was more for his companion than him. They had been through many a fight and he deserved all the breaks he could get for his little birdbrain.
Looking around, he took the sight of the city for just a second longer. It was a metropolis in the truest of senses, but it never seemed like anything more than that. It just seemed like the illusion of something greater. He was testament to how much of a shithole this place actually could be, but when he was in this park with the sounds of Satomobiles around him, the only words that came to his mind was ‘progress’. It was this ‘progress’ that made him poor and unskilled. It was this ‘progress’ that made him a fighter. It was this ‘progress’ that made mansions and built slums, while the innovators drank their wine and stood like the Fire Lord over his colonial domain over a century ago. He hated it. He wanted to watch this ‘progress’ burn to ash, but he knew he couldn’t. He, like most others, was a slave to it. The gears were in motion and had been long before he was alive. They were trapped and he had to play his little role like everyone else. He had to fight and would. It would never stop being so fun, so why should he? It wasn’t like he had anything else to do anyway.
He could paint the world burn, but at this moment, it was probably better to just be a part of spreading the wood over the open flame.
Sho of course was hovering around to find some food. It was what he did when he went on these lonely walks around the park. If anything, it was more for his companion than him. They had been through many a fight and he deserved all the breaks he could get for his little birdbrain.
Looking around, he took the sight of the city for just a second longer. It was a metropolis in the truest of senses, but it never seemed like anything more than that. It just seemed like the illusion of something greater. He was testament to how much of a shithole this place actually could be, but when he was in this park with the sounds of Satomobiles around him, the only words that came to his mind was ‘progress’. It was this ‘progress’ that made him poor and unskilled. It was this ‘progress’ that made him a fighter. It was this ‘progress’ that made mansions and built slums, while the innovators drank their wine and stood like the Fire Lord over his colonial domain over a century ago. He hated it. He wanted to watch this ‘progress’ burn to ash, but he knew he couldn’t. He, like most others, was a slave to it. The gears were in motion and had been long before he was alive. They were trapped and he had to play his little role like everyone else. He had to fight and would. It would never stop being so fun, so why should he? It wasn’t like he had anything else to do anyway.
He could paint the world burn, but at this moment, it was probably better to just be a part of spreading the wood over the open flame.
