Post by JERED ALEXANDER MORGAN on Jan 11, 2012 21:18:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/blackwood.png), border: solid #ffffff 15px; width: 500px; height: 500px;] it was amazing how ridiculously bipolar that the weather in mater could be. it was desert weather, which meant hot days and cold nights. usually the cold didn't bother jered, and his immune system was so tough these days that it wasn't as if he risked falling ill to something simple as a cold or flu. not that it would have bothered him regardless. jered cared little for his health, and even less now that everyone's lifespan was drastically reduced. it seemed like everyone had taken up bad habits now that lung cancer and liver damage seemed trivial. jered had already had all these bad habits, and they had just progressed. he pulled out a pack of cigarettes as he walked into the park, raising a brow as he looked around at all the blown up bits of jungle gym and table. there were still pieces around of the fireworks that someone had used to blow them up. personally, jered thought it was a beautiful sight. his calloused fingers pulled out a cigarette as he stopped walking to look around. he used an old fashioned match to light it, taking a long drag of the cigarette as he shook the match out and let it fall. the park was quiet, which he found rather odd, since most nights it had large groups of people coming to hang out around a makeshift bonfire. but jer wasn't complaining; he rather enjoyed the break from people and the peace from the quiet. he fancied himself to be an agent of chaos, but even the all mighty destructor needed a break sometimes. he moved to sit on a bench as he ran his hands through his hair and stretched his chest, the cigarette held between his lips as he exhaled smoke around it. his eyes scanned the park, which was lit only by the moonlight since the town didn't deem it necessary to keep streethlamps on here. his eyes were already adjusted to the dark since he'd been out long enough, but he had to squint to make out a few of the more obscure things in the distance. once he was satisfied that there was nobody else nearby, he allowed himself to relax more, laying back on the bench with a leg on either side of it, pulling his hood up to protect the back of his head from the cold of the stone bench. he took another drag of the cigarette, this time exhaling upward, momentarily obscuring his view of the stars. the view made him more mellow, but he still stayed somewhat alert. he didn't like surprises, and didn't like being caught off guard. therefore he had no intention of being sneaked up on. not many people tried anyway, luckily. most people, even some of the fellow inmates, were afraid of him, and hardly wanted to risk setting him off. it was like poking a bear with a stick, which was not something most people were stupid enough to do. eventually he heard the faint sound of footsteps, but they were muffled as they disappeared into the dry brown grass. jered kept his eyes upward as he waited to see if the person would continue getting closer to him, or was going to pass by him entirely. |
outfit is here. i'm not going to count words. tagged for carolina.
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