Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 11, 2009 18:23:44 GMT -5
(OOC: after Conner's inncident... don't play with matches kids...
not nearly as good as my first one curses)
A heavy cloud drifted overhead pouting tears of darkened droplets into the San Francisco bay drearily. It was a marvel to take in with the all around essence of the area. The polluted air about and the wet swamp like features the bay had about the goldan gate bridge. Though everything was at peace, calm and alive with noise a calm noise that didn't quite relate to how Gabriel Seran felt right now.
Emerald hues stared into the bay giving him a muddled reflection. His long graceful fingers curled up in the sand crusting over the finger and deep into his grip. His visionaries caught the figure in his reflection something not his own. The figure was much more confident and had a certain charisma to him that this shell of Gabriel would never have.
The figure mocked him blatently causing his mandible to flex violently in reaction. The other shook it's head in dissapointment seeing as though the absolution of events had turned out not as he'd hoped. Things were worse than ever in fact. People had died for nothing at all. The late Gabriel Seran needed a comeback.
"What do you want from me!" The shell stood tossing a rock into the bay shuddering it's surface features.
He panted angrily as the figures faded not to return. It was his emotions that made him weak, they made him powerless againt the outside world yet they made him who he was. A shell.
not nearly as good as my first one curses)
A heavy cloud drifted overhead pouting tears of darkened droplets into the San Francisco bay drearily. It was a marvel to take in with the all around essence of the area. The polluted air about and the wet swamp like features the bay had about the goldan gate bridge. Though everything was at peace, calm and alive with noise a calm noise that didn't quite relate to how Gabriel Seran felt right now.
Emerald hues stared into the bay giving him a muddled reflection. His long graceful fingers curled up in the sand crusting over the finger and deep into his grip. His visionaries caught the figure in his reflection something not his own. The figure was much more confident and had a certain charisma to him that this shell of Gabriel would never have.
The figure mocked him blatently causing his mandible to flex violently in reaction. The other shook it's head in dissapointment seeing as though the absolution of events had turned out not as he'd hoped. Things were worse than ever in fact. People had died for nothing at all. The late Gabriel Seran needed a comeback.
"What do you want from me!" The shell stood tossing a rock into the bay shuddering it's surface features.
He panted angrily as the figures faded not to return. It was his emotions that made him weak, they made him powerless againt the outside world yet they made him who he was. A shell.
