Post by Aiden Garnette on Jul 31, 2016 1:02:06 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette
If there was one place for Aiden that brought a glimmer of the good nostalgia flowing back, it was the downtown arena. He liked it way more than living in the slums, stealing away for a silent good time and more while he was living as a hunter. There would always be a sense of wonderment accompanying the sight of sky-high buildings reaching up towards the clouds and towering away from the world beneath. As he passed it by on the busy intersection looking upwards like an ant, he couldn't help but stare long and hard at it while giving off a knowing smile and continuing on. There were people crowding all around him, passing him by as well as trailing back the other way. Shops stood at the four corners, advertising restaurants and good movies heading out to theaters within the next week or two.
In Aiden's hand was what looked like a small, unassuming bag of groceries that would feed him for a while, even worth the trip to Dagos. That at least was what it looked like, not counting the few vital survival tools he had needed to replace and stuffed into the bottom of the bag. Not that he was worried too much about being caught on this trip, but it was an affirmed risk to making a foray into his old home where the Hunters could possibly find him on their turf. Beyond making the replacements, there was nothing else really he was thinking about as he nonchalantly raised his arms to place them over his head and stretch a little bit.
To fit in easier, Aiden was garbed in his usual attire, a gray long-sleeved woven top with a button-down middle. Wrapped around his prosthetic left arm was a heap of bandages and tucked in his plain fit black pants, designed with a single stripe of red that went around the left and right legs. They probably made him appear a little dorky, but it was all the better to keep his style of dress plain. Especially since he had so few outfits he could choose from to blend in and not be seen wearing grass stains or other rocky mountain paraphernalia. His hair was also combed and neat, framing his face in a way that looked a bit more orderly but was still pretty wild and reached the underside of his cheeks. All in all, he looked pretty lean and snazzy with the shirt accentuating the appearance of stern muscle underneath. His left arm, mechanical as it was, maybe was a bit thicker than his right arm; none but the most observant of onlookers though could probably have told the difference. He couldn't really do much more to disguise his good looks, only using the bangs above his eyes to shield them somewhat.
He kept strolling down the next right corner, past the intersection and making his way down past and then towards the main road. There really weren't any calm and quiet places in the neighborhood for him to sit and have a bite to eat, unless he wanted to lounge in the subtler back roads that he was cautious enough not to do. So he was confined to melancholy, just moving along a sun-filled road and glimpsing here and there at the sights and shops of minuscule interest. When he got bored of that, he decided to make wolf-whistles. A tall, voluptuous woman flauntingly passed him by, giving him every incentive to have his two fingers at the ready. Placing them softly between his two lips, Aiden made a suggestive, hooting chirp and coo before quickly turning his next corner and being lost in the street crowd.
By now he was on another simple road, flanked by more Vegas-like places and in-between the shopping and casino places. Seeing the large, domineering buildings overhead still provided a few reminders to him as he pulled his snazzy self up to a wall caught in the shade and away from crowd to sneak a few peaks at his wallet. He had enough left to have a good time, taking from the few hunters he killed over the years and selling information on the occasion. Seeing as how he had been living on the run for a while, he figured he may as well take a breather. "Well, can always get more money if I need it. This place is quite the dump, but there should be enough for me to have a bit of fun."
Leaning up against the wall overlooking a peaceful setting by the shopping district, he lazily idled while swinging his finger around in midair and watching the throngs of people cheerfully or miserably pass him by.
In Aiden's hand was what looked like a small, unassuming bag of groceries that would feed him for a while, even worth the trip to Dagos. That at least was what it looked like, not counting the few vital survival tools he had needed to replace and stuffed into the bottom of the bag. Not that he was worried too much about being caught on this trip, but it was an affirmed risk to making a foray into his old home where the Hunters could possibly find him on their turf. Beyond making the replacements, there was nothing else really he was thinking about as he nonchalantly raised his arms to place them over his head and stretch a little bit.
To fit in easier, Aiden was garbed in his usual attire, a gray long-sleeved woven top with a button-down middle. Wrapped around his prosthetic left arm was a heap of bandages and tucked in his plain fit black pants, designed with a single stripe of red that went around the left and right legs. They probably made him appear a little dorky, but it was all the better to keep his style of dress plain. Especially since he had so few outfits he could choose from to blend in and not be seen wearing grass stains or other rocky mountain paraphernalia. His hair was also combed and neat, framing his face in a way that looked a bit more orderly but was still pretty wild and reached the underside of his cheeks. All in all, he looked pretty lean and snazzy with the shirt accentuating the appearance of stern muscle underneath. His left arm, mechanical as it was, maybe was a bit thicker than his right arm; none but the most observant of onlookers though could probably have told the difference. He couldn't really do much more to disguise his good looks, only using the bangs above his eyes to shield them somewhat.
He kept strolling down the next right corner, past the intersection and making his way down past and then towards the main road. There really weren't any calm and quiet places in the neighborhood for him to sit and have a bite to eat, unless he wanted to lounge in the subtler back roads that he was cautious enough not to do. So he was confined to melancholy, just moving along a sun-filled road and glimpsing here and there at the sights and shops of minuscule interest. When he got bored of that, he decided to make wolf-whistles. A tall, voluptuous woman flauntingly passed him by, giving him every incentive to have his two fingers at the ready. Placing them softly between his two lips, Aiden made a suggestive, hooting chirp and coo before quickly turning his next corner and being lost in the street crowd.
By now he was on another simple road, flanked by more Vegas-like places and in-between the shopping and casino places. Seeing the large, domineering buildings overhead still provided a few reminders to him as he pulled his snazzy self up to a wall caught in the shade and away from crowd to sneak a few peaks at his wallet. He had enough left to have a good time, taking from the few hunters he killed over the years and selling information on the occasion. Seeing as how he had been living on the run for a while, he figured he may as well take a breather. "Well, can always get more money if I need it. This place is quite the dump, but there should be enough for me to have a bit of fun."
Leaning up against the wall overlooking a peaceful setting by the shopping district, he lazily idled while swinging his finger around in midair and watching the throngs of people cheerfully or miserably pass him by.
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