Through Paris In a Sportscar
Mar 5, 2015 21:17:07 GMT -5
Post by »Vexation on Mar 5, 2015 21:17:07 GMT -5
Shadows chased the light across the cracked pavement as clouds raced across the sun, the runoff from the mostly melted snow flashing and dazzling the eye as a result. The Basenji blinked rapidly and then squinted, shielding his gaze from the glare as he moved steadily along the sidewalk, quite unsure of where he was. He had spent only a matter of days in the city upon his arrival, before finding the mansion and joining Kekoa. The Autumn and Winter recently gone by he had remained there, allowing his body to be restored to its condition prior to trekking halfway across the country. As a result he was terribly unacquainted with Cascaro.
This is what I get for being adventurous. A giggle followed at the heels of the thought and a strange smile twisted his usually pleasant expression as he stepped into the street. His ears swiveled back as he took in the state of the ghetto, a frown slow at replacing the previous grin. His eyes moved from weed infested lawn, to broken window, to caved in roof, and something like disgust stirred inside him.
Feeling suddenly unclean he picked up the pace until he was moving as fast as the steady trot he had adopted allowed. He could not recall exactly when the slum had began, and thus was unsure of how to best retrace his steps. Peering around he saw nothing familiar, only more run down buildings, painted walls - the paint fading - and twisted chain link fencing.
With frustration growing but still as yet unworried by his predicament he slowed to peek through doorways into the rooms beyond the shabby exteriors of the houses. The afternoon was wearing on and if he got caught outside after dark, he would need a place to wait out the night. As unappealing as the idea was to him, he needed to be ready for such a circumstance.
His quick movement came to a halt as he came alongside a faded red house, a couple dozen feet from the yawning doorway. He eyed it thoughtfully but did not approach, quietly weighing his options.PUTTING HOLES IN HAPPINESS
WE'LL PAINT THE FUTURE BLACK
WARDOG