Ghost in the Machine | INVITE Nov 17, 2018 13:31:54 GMT -6
Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 17, 2018 13:31:54 GMT -6
GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE
CARRO'S PL: 50
The Kais above had to have something against Carro. Or he was the butt of one of their jokes. Satan City was mostly free, the Earth finally held a brief respite of peace. But, a storm could be welling on the horizon with everything going on beneath the surface. Carro managed to organize his schedule somewhat, and currently he dedicated this evening to helping out around the newly purified Satan City. LEO was sniffing out any remanining wells of corruption while Carro had been working on repairing some of the lingering damages, sparse as they were. But his arms ached and his feet felt like they were about to fall off. The thought of being lectured by his own employees yet again finally forced the saiyan to take a break.
He picked up some Papa Shauns pizza as a snack, sitting down on the ledge of a short gray-bricked bridge above a creek. The setting sun shone through the gathered trees in the town park. Everything was quiet, the hustle and bustle gone as the freed citizens wallowed away, by no means ready to return to their normal lives. The saiyan sighed, his to-go pizza slice untouched. Between presidential work, cleaning up Satan City, the whole mess with Ledinjin, running and leading his company, and now the apparent existence of the Dragon Balls on Earth...
The saiyan sighed. Every strand of hair on his tail still remained spiked upwards, even as he curled it around his body. His baggy eyes, which he still fought to keep open, trailed to the skies above, then the radar in his palm, followed by his unkempt clothes- the CEO only just now remembered he forgot to brush his hair in the morning as well. Papers with unintelligible handwriting and all sorts of plans were stacked beside him. Slipping the radar back into his bag where a brief shine of orange glinted, Carro was quick to flop onto his back with a tired yawn. He blinked one eye at a time before shaking his head, picking up one of the sheets and setting it on a clipboard and taking a pencil out from behind his ear. He couldn't rest- not when there was work to be done.