Cisco
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2011
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In front of his vision a small trail of smoke rose, a cigarette pursed between his lips giving a slight glow all the while. He was not a particularly distinct man, though it would seem that circumstance would see that point discarded at this point in time. But it was there he stood, simple white sports shoes, denym pants worn in all the right spots, a simple chain that hung looped from the belt loop to belt loop, a blue hooded sweater with a pair of white stripes rolling from the shoulder down each sleeve, and said sleeves rolled up to just above the elbows. Even with the H-Style harness, the large sword sheathed over his back, or the numerous pouches containing whatever. Someone might have given him a few odd looks, but he atleast appeared to be little more than just a punk.
So why the disctinction you ask? Well, It'd help if the place wasn't abandoned. With a raised hand he pulled the cigarette from his lips and mashed it into the duracrete barrier he had found himself leaning upon, soon flicking what was left over the edge where it fell its way down into that which was below. And finally, he looked up and around himself. Where he stood was a small duracrete overpass maybe three meters wide by ten long, a set of stairs at each end that lead into different areas of the sector. Below was a simple street overshadowed by the buildings and things that ran up its sides, trash, cans, paper, and dirt spread about willy nilly illuminated by a sparse few streetlamps, some of which failed to work.
But that, that was Taris for you, at least the underground. Little to see but an eternal state of night, but no stars or moon, just a roof and the pillars that supported it. With a simple step he raised himself onto the concrete barrier and simply took a step off and he himself plummeted all of nine feet, landing with an almost surreal gentleness on the balls of his feet and nary a broken bone in sight. With continued steps he walked down the center line, through the middle of the street, his eyes darting every which way, to towering signs and displays to simple vending machines that stood out of the way, unplugged.
It would have almost been serene in a sense, were it not so lethally quiet.
So why the disctinction you ask? Well, It'd help if the place wasn't abandoned. With a raised hand he pulled the cigarette from his lips and mashed it into the duracrete barrier he had found himself leaning upon, soon flicking what was left over the edge where it fell its way down into that which was below. And finally, he looked up and around himself. Where he stood was a small duracrete overpass maybe three meters wide by ten long, a set of stairs at each end that lead into different areas of the sector. Below was a simple street overshadowed by the buildings and things that ran up its sides, trash, cans, paper, and dirt spread about willy nilly illuminated by a sparse few streetlamps, some of which failed to work.
But that, that was Taris for you, at least the underground. Little to see but an eternal state of night, but no stars or moon, just a roof and the pillars that supported it. With a simple step he raised himself onto the concrete barrier and simply took a step off and he himself plummeted all of nine feet, landing with an almost surreal gentleness on the balls of his feet and nary a broken bone in sight. With continued steps he walked down the center line, through the middle of the street, his eyes darting every which way, to towering signs and displays to simple vending machines that stood out of the way, unplugged.
It would have almost been serene in a sense, were it not so lethally quiet.