Post by LYNDON JOYCE on Feb 4, 2015 19:46:46 GMT
He knows these streets like the back of his hand. He remembers what it was like, bare soles, bleeding feet pressing against the unforgiving pavement. It's different now though; Lyndon walks with rubber soles pressed against the concrete as opposed to raw skin.
But the people, the people are always different, no matter how many times he visits these streets. The buildings remain the same, but the human scenery shifts constantly (humans and monsters intermingled, of course, but they are all the same to Lyndon).
He's never seen this man before, or rather, he's never seen his jacket before. It's all that Lyndon sees as he goes colliding face-first into the stranger, and whatever the stranger was holding goes toppling out of the man's hands and onto the pavement. Despite being wrapped in cloth, the sound of shattering ceramic makes it loud and clear that it's broken in half.
"I-I'm sorry, I should have been paying more attention to where I was going," Lyndon says, quickly crouching to retrieve the item to hand it back to the stranger.
But the people, the people are always different, no matter how many times he visits these streets. The buildings remain the same, but the human scenery shifts constantly (humans and monsters intermingled, of course, but they are all the same to Lyndon).
He's never seen this man before, or rather, he's never seen his jacket before. It's all that Lyndon sees as he goes colliding face-first into the stranger, and whatever the stranger was holding goes toppling out of the man's hands and onto the pavement. Despite being wrapped in cloth, the sound of shattering ceramic makes it loud and clear that it's broken in half.
"I-I'm sorry, I should have been paying more attention to where I was going," Lyndon says, quickly crouching to retrieve the item to hand it back to the stranger.
sapiens qui prospicit
