Post by Nekoman on Nov 28, 2008 23:25:14 GMT -5
A pair of old, worn out sneakers hit the asphalt, knocking some dust from it's place in the crevaces. A shoelace lay awry, dragging along the ground as he walked. Dressed in a simple outfit of black jeans, with a grey t-shirt and red overshirt, he would've looked normal if not for his eyes. Piercing red that gave as if they were perpetually glowing, even as his eyes were half shut with fatigue. He reached up and pulled off his faded red cap, revaling his red orange hair. Dust had settled not only in his long locks, but in the sweat on his forehead. He wiped his brow and replaced the cap, pulling it down over his eyes and pulling his long ponytail out of the loop on the back.
"Ugh. Where am I now?" Brick asked, looking from side to side. He had been walking for half a day, he hadn't the energy to fly anymore.
"What's it matter? I'll only be in this city for a few hours anyhow. Hmm?" Brick noticed the neon sign in front of a bar.
"Vista of Megaville? Hmm.. Megaville.. why does that sound familiar?" He was too tired to think at the moment.
Stumbling around for a while, he finally found a seat on a wrought iron chair outside of a pleasent smelling restaraunt. Looking to the right, he found the sign, which read 'Pizzeria'. He stood and walked inside, dinding a seat by the window. His nose was assulted by the strong smell of garlic and over ripened tomatoes.
He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin in it, almost falling asleep but jerked awake each time by his head slipping and falling from his palm. Which would've been embarrassing to do in a public place, if only he cared.
A mid-height girl with long brown hair and large silver eyes came up to his table, holding a pad and paper.
"Ugh. Where am I now?" Brick asked, looking from side to side. He had been walking for half a day, he hadn't the energy to fly anymore.
"What's it matter? I'll only be in this city for a few hours anyhow. Hmm?" Brick noticed the neon sign in front of a bar.
"Vista of Megaville? Hmm.. Megaville.. why does that sound familiar?" He was too tired to think at the moment.
Stumbling around for a while, he finally found a seat on a wrought iron chair outside of a pleasent smelling restaraunt. Looking to the right, he found the sign, which read 'Pizzeria'. He stood and walked inside, dinding a seat by the window. His nose was assulted by the strong smell of garlic and over ripened tomatoes.
He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin in it, almost falling asleep but jerked awake each time by his head slipping and falling from his palm. Which would've been embarrassing to do in a public place, if only he cared.
A mid-height girl with long brown hair and large silver eyes came up to his table, holding a pad and paper.