Post by shisha on Apr 14, 2010 17:32:18 GMT -5
(OOC: Ok Kurosaki, here is the thread you wanted. Lets do this ;D )
Strangely the day was actually quite a pleasent one, but not from his perspective. As he sat there, his hands and feet shackled with heavy restraints, even his torso was drapped with a coat of chains and locks. The sun which would normally be a blessing on a day like that one was more like torture, beating down on his head, like a desert. Or an Oven, or something hotter than that. He began to wonder what exactly he had done to deserve this, it seemed that ever since that fateful day several years ago, that his life had gone from carefree, to hell on earth. In fact the day seemed to be hotter than he was used to, the sweat falling from his brow actually evaporated partly before it ever hit the ground, he suspected foul play at work. But then again he hadn't expected to be held captive by Marines.
Yes, he sat there on the deck of a ship, shackled and tied in place. Around him was the rest of a Marine crew, Soldiers and higher ranked officers, even the guy who cleans the deck working away on his hands and knees. Poor guy, he didn't envy his job. He had just started to wake up, getting blinded and baked by the sun hadn't helped much. His head turned around, checking his location, of course a few Marines were stood watching him, one much closer, with an itchy trigger finger, his pistol pointed square at his head. Something told him that causing trouble would get his head blown off. It was then that he saw the person he'd last seen before blacking out, standing facing away from him looking out over the water around the ship. With his senses flooding back to him, he was finally able to speak for the first time in what must have been a long time.
"Why am i not surprised that YOUR here. If i didn't know any better I'd say you were...following me. Can't blame ya though, i am charming after all.."
Strangely the day was actually quite a pleasent one, but not from his perspective. As he sat there, his hands and feet shackled with heavy restraints, even his torso was drapped with a coat of chains and locks. The sun which would normally be a blessing on a day like that one was more like torture, beating down on his head, like a desert. Or an Oven, or something hotter than that. He began to wonder what exactly he had done to deserve this, it seemed that ever since that fateful day several years ago, that his life had gone from carefree, to hell on earth. In fact the day seemed to be hotter than he was used to, the sweat falling from his brow actually evaporated partly before it ever hit the ground, he suspected foul play at work. But then again he hadn't expected to be held captive by Marines.
Yes, he sat there on the deck of a ship, shackled and tied in place. Around him was the rest of a Marine crew, Soldiers and higher ranked officers, even the guy who cleans the deck working away on his hands and knees. Poor guy, he didn't envy his job. He had just started to wake up, getting blinded and baked by the sun hadn't helped much. His head turned around, checking his location, of course a few Marines were stood watching him, one much closer, with an itchy trigger finger, his pistol pointed square at his head. Something told him that causing trouble would get his head blown off. It was then that he saw the person he'd last seen before blacking out, standing facing away from him looking out over the water around the ship. With his senses flooding back to him, he was finally able to speak for the first time in what must have been a long time.
"Why am i not surprised that YOUR here. If i didn't know any better I'd say you were...following me. Can't blame ya though, i am charming after all.."