Post by jonathan kyle cheveyo on May 22, 2012 10:07:44 GMT
Jonathan heaved a soft sigh of the evening air, in and out in a rush of cold and warm air and vapor soaring up into the air. The air was rich with gasoline from the previous rush hour, not that he minded, he was quite adjusted to the city. It was just after sunset, with most people heading to parties that were sure to be going on or heading home to their families. He, however, was idly walking along the side of the streets, hood pulled over his head, his feet hardly making a sound as they lazily skimmed the sidewalk. He didn't have much to do at the moment, really he just wanted to get the Games off of his mind. Having just set down his fabrics and such, he needed a real break from all this planning. Which was hard to get when each time you turned a corner, a lit up sign blared random rubbish about the tributes, and the Reapings replayed on t.vs on the behind of glass windows of stores. You couldn't get the Hunger Games off your mind if you wanted to, and that was how it was supposed to be.
Despite the fact that he did have very large jobs on his shoulders in those Games, he actually quite enjoyed them, and had it down in a compact schedule so he wouldn't screw up those jobs. But he tended to procrastinate the first few days, spending time simply sitting around with friends, or walking the streets like he currently was. Though the company got old quite fast and there was a lot of nothing to say without repeating yourself, it was still a good time. Most of the good times, in fact, came from staring at some of the strange outfits that both men and women adorned to their treasured parties. More often than not Jon found himself laughing openly at some of the strange corsets and schizophrenic makeup applications. Fortunately, he was gifted with humor which made him able to cover up his amusement with a joke to drown his audience in laughter, allowing him to openly mock them without their knowing, even if this never happened very often.
He didn't necessarily like being the odd one out, who was almost rudely laughing at what most would call "fashionable", but with all due respect, it was most of their faults for wearing beehives on their heads anyway. They were sure to fool tracker jackers or something of the sort, that was for sure. Heck, if he were a bee, he'd be just content living in some persons hair, if it looked like home. At that thought, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, which echoed and silenced him almost instantly. He looked up, a bit confused to the sudden silence. Hadn't he just been turning noisy street corners, annoyed with the loud televisions and street signs? Yes, there were still shops, but most were shut down, and the street signs were all turned off. What time was it, at least? "Time to get a watch, dimwit." He muttered, turning around and walking back down where he had come from.
He wasn't sure if he just walked into some abandoned street, or if it really was getting late, but he couldn't have late evening turning into early morning when he was still out and about.
Despite the fact that he did have very large jobs on his shoulders in those Games, he actually quite enjoyed them, and had it down in a compact schedule so he wouldn't screw up those jobs. But he tended to procrastinate the first few days, spending time simply sitting around with friends, or walking the streets like he currently was. Though the company got old quite fast and there was a lot of nothing to say without repeating yourself, it was still a good time. Most of the good times, in fact, came from staring at some of the strange outfits that both men and women adorned to their treasured parties. More often than not Jon found himself laughing openly at some of the strange corsets and schizophrenic makeup applications. Fortunately, he was gifted with humor which made him able to cover up his amusement with a joke to drown his audience in laughter, allowing him to openly mock them without their knowing, even if this never happened very often.
He didn't necessarily like being the odd one out, who was almost rudely laughing at what most would call "fashionable", but with all due respect, it was most of their faults for wearing beehives on their heads anyway. They were sure to fool tracker jackers or something of the sort, that was for sure. Heck, if he were a bee, he'd be just content living in some persons hair, if it looked like home. At that thought, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, which echoed and silenced him almost instantly. He looked up, a bit confused to the sudden silence. Hadn't he just been turning noisy street corners, annoyed with the loud televisions and street signs? Yes, there were still shops, but most were shut down, and the street signs were all turned off. What time was it, at least? "Time to get a watch, dimwit." He muttered, turning around and walking back down where he had come from.
He wasn't sure if he just walked into some abandoned street, or if it really was getting late, but he couldn't have late evening turning into early morning when he was still out and about.
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