Post by Derrick Ottoy on Jan 24, 2021 22:16:04 GMT -6
Thread PL: 99,000 | Items: Scouter (Festive)
Central City was as busy as ever, with hundreds of people taking to the sidewalks early in the morning so that they can get to work just in time for some morning coffee with their coworkers. The chilly morning made for a wonderous contrast to the piping hot drink that warms the spirits and motivates them to get ready for the day. Police officers are strolling along with the citizens while keeping an eye out for any trouble, Some world class fighters travel among their fans who beg them to sign their stuff, and in the middle of this giant horde of people, Derry was making his way to a rather special place, at least to him.
The sun beamed down onto the Stargoon's face as he walks in the crowd, navigating his way towards the site of two buildings that fell victim to an act of arson. As the people continued moving about in their day to day lives, the former gangster stops dead in his tracks in front of the burnt down site. Derry pauses for a mere moment, looking over the remains of the once proud foundation of the Dirty Snakes, now reduced to charred concrete and burnt wood. It's hard to believe that it's only been weeks since that day. At least They have been quiet lately.
The Pink Stargoon takes the backpack he's carrying around and opens it up, revealing its contents being filled with sand straight from the Diablo Desert. Derry dumps the sand onto the ground in front of him, then conjures up tiny flames on his fingertips. For the next few minutes, Derry converts the sand into glass and begins to make a base for a rather small statue. By the time all of the sand was used, Derry had finished his tribute: A snake, wrapped in flames. A final farewell to his former comrades. There was no point in taking the statue with him anyway. His friends are better off having it, after all.
Derry stands back up from the floor, hands ever so slightly twitching, and he looks around him, noting that no one has payed him any attention while he was busy making his little statue. Perhaps it was better this way. Derry begins to move back into the crowd of people as he now searches for a bar or diner, looking to grab himself some breakfast. While Derry wasn't particularly hungry at this time, it helps keep his mind off of... other things.
Central City was as busy as ever, with hundreds of people taking to the sidewalks early in the morning so that they can get to work just in time for some morning coffee with their coworkers. The chilly morning made for a wonderous contrast to the piping hot drink that warms the spirits and motivates them to get ready for the day. Police officers are strolling along with the citizens while keeping an eye out for any trouble, Some world class fighters travel among their fans who beg them to sign their stuff, and in the middle of this giant horde of people, Derry was making his way to a rather special place, at least to him.
The sun beamed down onto the Stargoon's face as he walks in the crowd, navigating his way towards the site of two buildings that fell victim to an act of arson. As the people continued moving about in their day to day lives, the former gangster stops dead in his tracks in front of the burnt down site. Derry pauses for a mere moment, looking over the remains of the once proud foundation of the Dirty Snakes, now reduced to charred concrete and burnt wood. It's hard to believe that it's only been weeks since that day. At least They have been quiet lately.
The Pink Stargoon takes the backpack he's carrying around and opens it up, revealing its contents being filled with sand straight from the Diablo Desert. Derry dumps the sand onto the ground in front of him, then conjures up tiny flames on his fingertips. For the next few minutes, Derry converts the sand into glass and begins to make a base for a rather small statue. By the time all of the sand was used, Derry had finished his tribute: A snake, wrapped in flames. A final farewell to his former comrades. There was no point in taking the statue with him anyway. His friends are better off having it, after all.
Derry stands back up from the floor, hands ever so slightly twitching, and he looks around him, noting that no one has payed him any attention while he was busy making his little statue. Perhaps it was better this way. Derry begins to move back into the crowd of people as he now searches for a bar or diner, looking to grab himself some breakfast. While Derry wasn't particularly hungry at this time, it helps keep his mind off of... other things.
