Post by The Truth on Jan 23, 2008 19:39:31 GMT 10
Amongst a crowd of them he stands. They walk around him, occasionally knocking him lightly, some apologizing and others just continuing on their way without a word.
He has been here before, this city of filth. He has watched them scurry around like cockroaches and even pretended he was one of them. Why? He didn't know then, and he doesn't know now. Greed, debauchery, foolishness... disgusting. These people waste away their lives without any goal in sight, which is what separates them from him.
For he has a goal. And that goal now steps out of the limousine directly across the street. He steps out, a cheap and fake smile on his face, looking out across the crowd before heading to another autograph signing. He doesn't notice the only person in the crowd who isn't moving an inch, watching him from the middle of the street with no cover at all bar the dozens of people passing him on their ways to various places of unimportance.
His lip curls up slightly, muttering his name. Scruffy Dog.
It takes all his strength not to ruin everything right then and there. He stands still because he knows that any movement will no doubt give his primal nature a chance to kick in, and when it does, everything will be ruined. All the planning, all the patience... it has all been for a reason. Scruffy Dog will see him. Scruffy Dog will know his name. But not here. Not now.
He will stare Scruffy Dog in the eyes, face to face, in front of the world.
At Resolution.
He has been here before, this city of filth. He has watched them scurry around like cockroaches and even pretended he was one of them. Why? He didn't know then, and he doesn't know now. Greed, debauchery, foolishness... disgusting. These people waste away their lives without any goal in sight, which is what separates them from him.
For he has a goal. And that goal now steps out of the limousine directly across the street. He steps out, a cheap and fake smile on his face, looking out across the crowd before heading to another autograph signing. He doesn't notice the only person in the crowd who isn't moving an inch, watching him from the middle of the street with no cover at all bar the dozens of people passing him on their ways to various places of unimportance.
His lip curls up slightly, muttering his name. Scruffy Dog.
It takes all his strength not to ruin everything right then and there. He stands still because he knows that any movement will no doubt give his primal nature a chance to kick in, and when it does, everything will be ruined. All the planning, all the patience... it has all been for a reason. Scruffy Dog will see him. Scruffy Dog will know his name. But not here. Not now.
He will stare Scruffy Dog in the eyes, face to face, in front of the world.
At Resolution.