Post by crowhunter on Jul 18, 2015 17:40:55 GMT -5
It was early in the morning when Jensen awoke, sitting up in an instant, gritting his teeth and growling loudly, his eyes darting around the room, he finally noticed he was in his bedroom, alone, he relaxed, falling back into his bed. Jensen placed his hand on his forehead, letting out a light sigh as he whispered to himself, "It was just a dream, I wont let it... I wont let him, take over" He slowly sat up, placing his legs over the side of the bed, letting his feet drop to the floor as he got up. He held is arms out, stretching, performing several types of stretches before finally pushing himself off of the bed, making his way to the closet, opening the doors, throwing some clothes onto his bed before he decided to get dressed in a brown coat with black bands around the arms, he also has black gloves and a white band around his waist that help carry his two katanas. He wears a white shirt underneath his brown trench-coat, he wears black jeans and black boots too. He also wears a red scarf around his neck that goes down into his coat. He looked in the mirror and sorted out his hair before placing his Katanas under the white band he uses to carry them. He walked to the door, grabbing his bag filled with the stuff he owns before he left, ready to put this house behind him.
The front door to his house burst open with Jensen stepping out onto the porch, a slight smile on the giant's face as he looked into the sky. Jensen the closed the door behind him, a strong breeze flowing by, moving his long black hair and his red scarf. He slowly closed his bright purple eyes and took a breath of the cool air in, feeling the thrill of a new day course through his blood. Jensen's eyes slowly opened again, his eyes almost glittering in the sun, "Ah, this is going to be a fun day, I can smell it in the air. Something amazing is going to happen..." He spoke quietly to himself, his low voice sounding as he walked forward, the wood making a clunk underneath his boots. Slowly making his way to the shore, where his small boat awaited to take him away from this wretched place, the place his beloved family was slaughtered.
He stepped forward onto the dirt, making his way into the village, leaving a trail of footprints from his huge boots. Jensen kept his head down as he walked past the several homes between his and the market, hearing the villagers talk as he passed by. Every now and then he would look up to change direction or to look over at the Villagers, smiling and waving as he passed by the few pirates he knew from when he was growing up. As he made his way to the shore he smiled, seeing his ship, he ran up to his small ship, passing by his sign that was advertising a crew position for the start of the Red Scarf Pirates. He relaxed in a chair on the deck, watching the people go past as he slowly closed his eyes for a few moments.
The front door to his house burst open with Jensen stepping out onto the porch, a slight smile on the giant's face as he looked into the sky. Jensen the closed the door behind him, a strong breeze flowing by, moving his long black hair and his red scarf. He slowly closed his bright purple eyes and took a breath of the cool air in, feeling the thrill of a new day course through his blood. Jensen's eyes slowly opened again, his eyes almost glittering in the sun, "Ah, this is going to be a fun day, I can smell it in the air. Something amazing is going to happen..." He spoke quietly to himself, his low voice sounding as he walked forward, the wood making a clunk underneath his boots. Slowly making his way to the shore, where his small boat awaited to take him away from this wretched place, the place his beloved family was slaughtered.
He stepped forward onto the dirt, making his way into the village, leaving a trail of footprints from his huge boots. Jensen kept his head down as he walked past the several homes between his and the market, hearing the villagers talk as he passed by. Every now and then he would look up to change direction or to look over at the Villagers, smiling and waving as he passed by the few pirates he knew from when he was growing up. As he made his way to the shore he smiled, seeing his ship, he ran up to his small ship, passing by his sign that was advertising a crew position for the start of the Red Scarf Pirates. He relaxed in a chair on the deck, watching the people go past as he slowly closed his eyes for a few moments.