Post by Andrew "Bullet" Stewart on Jan 13, 2011 11:27:20 GMT -5
East Residence near the East Subway.
Time: 10:05 P.M.
After the death of my cousin, Ciara, I abandoned all hope of joy ever returning to my life. Things were duller than ever, my mother died when I was 9 and my father abandoned me a few years after.
My name is Andrew Stewart, I am 17 years old, Black hair, hazel eyes and average lips. my build is athletic and almost muscular. Anyway, back on track. I was taken in by an orphanage at the age of 15 and it's a dump but I liked it that way. Everything in this city is too: clean, white, bright. The orphanage just makes things contrast a bit, that didn't mean I wanted to stay there though.One night after a long time of thinking I decided to run away.
When my mother was still alive, I used to practice a sport known as Parkour. It helped me get by in my school years, especially in high school, the bullies were brutal, every where you look you saw senior students patrolling the halls looking for helpless victims for their evil schemes. One day at school I bumped into a senior student. The result was that he tried to punch me, with my knowledge of Parkour I sprinted past him, vaulting over a fountain then jumping over a fence. I knew i could do more in this world with Parkour, but...what?
As I ran away from the Orphanage, I heard a cop say.
"LOOK A RUNNER GRAB HIM!". As my adrenaline increased I ran as fast as i could vaulting over objects like fences and such. I out-ran them but, as I looked up I saw a shadowy figure on the roof tops following me. I decided to see who it was so i followed it. The figure zip-lined down a cord of wire and landed on the next rooftop. I screamed out.
"HEY! WHO ARE YOU?!" But no answer. The figure then turned left and was out of sight. I followed the figure in the same direction which led to an alleyway. The alleyway was dark and humid, i knew something was lurking about in here. I called out.
"Is anyone...here?". No answer, I decided that I would not ask again, afraid someone might assault me. It was getting dark. It said '10:32 P.M.' on my watch. I found an open door which led into the subway, so I sneaked inside without anyone noticing, i found a place away from prying eyes and went to rest on the cold wet floor covering the subways ground.
((OOC: Sorry for this being the exact same thing on the dead site, I honestly couldn't think of anything else! Please forgive me!))
Time: 10:05 P.M.
After the death of my cousin, Ciara, I abandoned all hope of joy ever returning to my life. Things were duller than ever, my mother died when I was 9 and my father abandoned me a few years after.
My name is Andrew Stewart, I am 17 years old, Black hair, hazel eyes and average lips. my build is athletic and almost muscular. Anyway, back on track. I was taken in by an orphanage at the age of 15 and it's a dump but I liked it that way. Everything in this city is too: clean, white, bright. The orphanage just makes things contrast a bit, that didn't mean I wanted to stay there though.One night after a long time of thinking I decided to run away.
When my mother was still alive, I used to practice a sport known as Parkour. It helped me get by in my school years, especially in high school, the bullies were brutal, every where you look you saw senior students patrolling the halls looking for helpless victims for their evil schemes. One day at school I bumped into a senior student. The result was that he tried to punch me, with my knowledge of Parkour I sprinted past him, vaulting over a fountain then jumping over a fence. I knew i could do more in this world with Parkour, but...what?
As I ran away from the Orphanage, I heard a cop say.
"LOOK A RUNNER GRAB HIM!". As my adrenaline increased I ran as fast as i could vaulting over objects like fences and such. I out-ran them but, as I looked up I saw a shadowy figure on the roof tops following me. I decided to see who it was so i followed it. The figure zip-lined down a cord of wire and landed on the next rooftop. I screamed out.
"HEY! WHO ARE YOU?!" But no answer. The figure then turned left and was out of sight. I followed the figure in the same direction which led to an alleyway. The alleyway was dark and humid, i knew something was lurking about in here. I called out.
"Is anyone...here?". No answer, I decided that I would not ask again, afraid someone might assault me. It was getting dark. It said '10:32 P.M.' on my watch. I found an open door which led into the subway, so I sneaked inside without anyone noticing, i found a place away from prying eyes and went to rest on the cold wet floor covering the subways ground.
((OOC: Sorry for this being the exact same thing on the dead site, I honestly couldn't think of anything else! Please forgive me!))