Post by Tommy Tyrant on May 8, 2009 20:22:11 GMT -5
Meet back in two days time..
Looking at Johnny as he said this.
What was I to do with a whole TWO days without my friends?
Turning away from the group, walking down the sewers and thinking what to do. Reaching back to scratch my butt i remembered the arm and leg! Oh I am a genius!
Practically skipping down the sewerage pipes, stomping on rats then picking them up, I pass many man-holes but aroud the fourth one i decide I've got enough rats and other sewer life with me. My pants close to bursting. I climb up the ladder lift up the man-hole lid and have a look around.
"Good its dark, and it looks like as though we've reached the industrial area"
"Hmmm it seems to suite you Tommy, not as much as a rough neigbourhood but we're getting close.."
Ah, it seems the voices hav'nt left me afterall? I wonder what has kept him quiet all this time? Never mind at least I won't get lonely over the next few days. Climbing out and rolling out onto the road I stand up, brush myself off and start walking.
Thinking back to try remember the first real friend I met in this strange city, was it Veronica? The Animal lady? I can't seem to remember. It doesn't matter, for even though I've had my fair share of quarrells with the group I feel they may reall like me, deep down at least.
Walking down the street I feel drawn towards a certain building, an abandoned factory or wharehouse by the looks of it, 346 Franklin St. A fence lining the outside of this place with razor-wire over the top... Razors.... The gate itself was left open so I walk on in. Just a large courtyard with crates, old fork lifts, oil drums just alot of junk in general. I make my way to the front doors, big heavy iron doors, yet again left open? Cautiously walking in all that's in here is the odd work bench, chair, lights and stairs to a second story a balcony where the manager would keep an eye on workers.Wallking up into the main office and fishing through old drawers, shelves and other places where valuables could be kept all that's found though is a few dollars, writing utencils, paper, some work clothes and beside all the cupbords is a safe. I'm no clock work rabit so even if I wanted to I could not try crack the safe, I'll come back with explosives later. Sitting down in the office lounge chair I'm happy to find the bench light still works.
Stretching back in the reclined chair, feet on the desk I think to myself
"I would have loved to have done something with my life...."
Looking at Johnny as he said this.
What was I to do with a whole TWO days without my friends?
Turning away from the group, walking down the sewers and thinking what to do. Reaching back to scratch my butt i remembered the arm and leg! Oh I am a genius!
Practically skipping down the sewerage pipes, stomping on rats then picking them up, I pass many man-holes but aroud the fourth one i decide I've got enough rats and other sewer life with me. My pants close to bursting. I climb up the ladder lift up the man-hole lid and have a look around.
"Good its dark, and it looks like as though we've reached the industrial area"
"Hmmm it seems to suite you Tommy, not as much as a rough neigbourhood but we're getting close.."
Ah, it seems the voices hav'nt left me afterall? I wonder what has kept him quiet all this time? Never mind at least I won't get lonely over the next few days. Climbing out and rolling out onto the road I stand up, brush myself off and start walking.
Thinking back to try remember the first real friend I met in this strange city, was it Veronica? The Animal lady? I can't seem to remember. It doesn't matter, for even though I've had my fair share of quarrells with the group I feel they may reall like me, deep down at least.
Walking down the street I feel drawn towards a certain building, an abandoned factory or wharehouse by the looks of it, 346 Franklin St. A fence lining the outside of this place with razor-wire over the top... Razors.... The gate itself was left open so I walk on in. Just a large courtyard with crates, old fork lifts, oil drums just alot of junk in general. I make my way to the front doors, big heavy iron doors, yet again left open? Cautiously walking in all that's in here is the odd work bench, chair, lights and stairs to a second story a balcony where the manager would keep an eye on workers.Wallking up into the main office and fishing through old drawers, shelves and other places where valuables could be kept all that's found though is a few dollars, writing utencils, paper, some work clothes and beside all the cupbords is a safe. I'm no clock work rabit so even if I wanted to I could not try crack the safe, I'll come back with explosives later. Sitting down in the office lounge chair I'm happy to find the bench light still works.
Stretching back in the reclined chair, feet on the desk I think to myself
"I would have loved to have done something with my life...."