Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 20:26:33 GMT -5
Renga walked through the streets of Yeste City on his way home after work. Before he'd left for work in the morning, he told Shizen they needed to talk about their plans and what they needed to do to achieve them. As soon as he got back, they'd begin deliberation. Renga wasn't much of the planner, hell, he wasn't much of an intellect either. He preferred strength over smarts. He dragged his feet through the dusty streets, kicking up small clouds with each step. He wore black skinny jeans, torn at the knees to reveal his flesh colored steel that comprised all of his cyborg parts. His grey shirt was cut off at the shoulders, just enough to show the scars of where his new arms were attached.
The sky grew dim with each fleeting minute as Renga walked home. It was a clam day. He'd gone several days without a melt down. It wouldn't be long before he had another one. His fits are sporadic and unpredictable, but Renga has learned to deal with them since his accident that rendered him a shell of his former self. He sighed and dragged on. He was tired; not just from the day of labor, but he was tired of his job. He was almost killed and they still wanted him to work. His anticipation was quickly growing, plus he missed Toketsu. When nobody else wanted him, Toketsu did. He was Renga's father, despite the fact that he was in no way related by blood. After a long walk home, Renga finally hit home and sat down on the front porch. He looked down on the city below him, then to the ocean. He smirked and thought, Soon enough, I'll be out there. He just sat and looked out on the city as he waited for Shizen to arrive.
The sky grew dim with each fleeting minute as Renga walked home. It was a clam day. He'd gone several days without a melt down. It wouldn't be long before he had another one. His fits are sporadic and unpredictable, but Renga has learned to deal with them since his accident that rendered him a shell of his former self. He sighed and dragged on. He was tired; not just from the day of labor, but he was tired of his job. He was almost killed and they still wanted him to work. His anticipation was quickly growing, plus he missed Toketsu. When nobody else wanted him, Toketsu did. He was Renga's father, despite the fact that he was in no way related by blood. After a long walk home, Renga finally hit home and sat down on the front porch. He looked down on the city below him, then to the ocean. He smirked and thought, Soon enough, I'll be out there. He just sat and looked out on the city as he waited for Shizen to arrive.