On the wild side
Mar 11, 2007 18:48:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2007 18:48:43 GMT -5
Open for advanced posters[/i]
Loreion is a very modern world that is filled with life in the day and lights in the night. The entire city is filled with skycrapers, autmobiles, monorails, and autoships. Nature within Loreion'sland is kept strictly to a minimum; there are only a few spots where grass is grown within the urban world. Loreion is famous for its variety of culture, cuisine, art and people. The world capital, Loreion City is a part of the city where most of its residence resides.
Grinding on a rail was skateboard, on the bottom of it had a distinctive graphic of a raccoon doing the very same thing. The person on it had a dark reddish-black hair, spiked in a hard manner, but still visibly free in a way. just from the feature on his face already told that he was no teenager. He wore tinted goggles which protected his eyes just incase anything unfortunate was to happen.
The skater landed his board in a sloppy manner which explained why he skidded when he landed. He then jumped the board into the air, hovering over five steps, not making the board past the sixth step. The board rose on its back-end which caused the man to dive forward. He first landed on his left knee, his right knee never touched the pavement, both his arms covered his head as he began to roll once and forced himself to stop. His hands were slammed against the ground and his left knee in a knelt position.
"Damn," he cursed. "I was close though." The skater removed his hands from the pavement and took a deep breath as he looked through his orange-tinted goggles into the sky. He took the goggles off with his left hand and wiped the patch of sweat off his head with sweater-torn arm. Behind the goggles revealed the face of the skater, Walter Stryker.
"Oh my Gods Walter," the illusive Rina was sitting on a bench nearby him. "Please change your clothes, the ones you're wearing are just so... rebellious."
Walter quickly stood up and scanned himself quickly. He saw himself wearing blue chuck-taylors, foot-sized socks, torn black jeans, he had a black fitted t-shirt on him and over it was a loose white t-shirt that was torn up and held together by saftey pins.
"Meh," he said passively as he grabbed his board beside him and sat on the bench besides the imaginary Rina. Walter took a few deep breaths before he spread his arms apart on the bench's shoulders as he enjoyed the sound of metropolitan traffic.
Loreion is a very modern world that is filled with life in the day and lights in the night. The entire city is filled with skycrapers, autmobiles, monorails, and autoships. Nature within Loreion'sland is kept strictly to a minimum; there are only a few spots where grass is grown within the urban world. Loreion is famous for its variety of culture, cuisine, art and people. The world capital, Loreion City is a part of the city where most of its residence resides.
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Grinding on a rail was skateboard, on the bottom of it had a distinctive graphic of a raccoon doing the very same thing. The person on it had a dark reddish-black hair, spiked in a hard manner, but still visibly free in a way. just from the feature on his face already told that he was no teenager. He wore tinted goggles which protected his eyes just incase anything unfortunate was to happen.
The skater landed his board in a sloppy manner which explained why he skidded when he landed. He then jumped the board into the air, hovering over five steps, not making the board past the sixth step. The board rose on its back-end which caused the man to dive forward. He first landed on his left knee, his right knee never touched the pavement, both his arms covered his head as he began to roll once and forced himself to stop. His hands were slammed against the ground and his left knee in a knelt position.
"Damn," he cursed. "I was close though." The skater removed his hands from the pavement and took a deep breath as he looked through his orange-tinted goggles into the sky. He took the goggles off with his left hand and wiped the patch of sweat off his head with sweater-torn arm. Behind the goggles revealed the face of the skater, Walter Stryker.
"Oh my Gods Walter," the illusive Rina was sitting on a bench nearby him. "Please change your clothes, the ones you're wearing are just so... rebellious."
Walter quickly stood up and scanned himself quickly. He saw himself wearing blue chuck-taylors, foot-sized socks, torn black jeans, he had a black fitted t-shirt on him and over it was a loose white t-shirt that was torn up and held together by saftey pins.
"Meh," he said passively as he grabbed his board beside him and sat on the bench besides the imaginary Rina. Walter took a few deep breaths before he spread his arms apart on the bench's shoulders as he enjoyed the sound of metropolitan traffic.