Post by childofthehunt on Apr 26, 2009 3:00:50 GMT -5
Arqus wandered around the city, looking for the other survivors, but ended up at the condemned mall.
He had to force the sliding glass doors open to get in. The silence and darkness creeped him out.
The light outside, leaking from the glass dome of the building, illuminated the place. He walked around, thinking that he should get something new to wear.
He took off his ratty hooded blue sweater and the shirt under it, exploring the mall, half naked. Shop after shop, he tried looking for the perfect shirt to wear. Some of them were either too small or too big for him.
Arqus found himself inside an italian clothes shop. There were loads of fancy dress, shirts, trousers and shoes. It looked like heaven.
He removed his jeans and explored the shop in his underwear, looking for something better to wear. He couldnt help but wonder though what caused the angel Myzrael to take him back to the wastelands. He lied when he said he'll take him to the "others."
He shook Mzyrael's image out of his head and vowed to confront him when he sees him again.
After a few minutes, Arqus stood infront of the mirror wearing everything he managed to collect inside the stop.
He wore a white hood sweater for his top and dark wash slim jeans for his bottom. It looked good on him. He looked like royalty, a white prince to be exact. Smiled at his reflection like an idiot.
"Now to find the others." He thought as made his way out of the shop.
He had to force the sliding glass doors open to get in. The silence and darkness creeped him out.
The light outside, leaking from the glass dome of the building, illuminated the place. He walked around, thinking that he should get something new to wear.
He took off his ratty hooded blue sweater and the shirt under it, exploring the mall, half naked. Shop after shop, he tried looking for the perfect shirt to wear. Some of them were either too small or too big for him.
Arqus found himself inside an italian clothes shop. There were loads of fancy dress, shirts, trousers and shoes. It looked like heaven.
He removed his jeans and explored the shop in his underwear, looking for something better to wear. He couldnt help but wonder though what caused the angel Myzrael to take him back to the wastelands. He lied when he said he'll take him to the "others."
He shook Mzyrael's image out of his head and vowed to confront him when he sees him again.
After a few minutes, Arqus stood infront of the mirror wearing everything he managed to collect inside the stop.
He wore a white hood sweater for his top and dark wash slim jeans for his bottom. It looked good on him. He looked like royalty, a white prince to be exact. Smiled at his reflection like an idiot.
"Now to find the others." He thought as made his way out of the shop.