Ups and Downs [FC Guys] Apr 20, 2012 18:39:09 GMT -5
Post by Jay on Apr 20, 2012 18:39:09 GMT -5
The sky was dark outside of Forest Castle. Lightning flashed, and the gushing sound of rain and the rolling sound of thunder had been a common sound all morning long and was now persisting into the early afternoon hour. Stormy weather was stormy.
The sounds of feet stomping as they walked down the hallways of the castle melded with the symphony outside as a dark haired young man moved rapidly through it with one hand in his coat pocket and the other in a sling in front of him. A sharp breath accompanied a narrowed pair of eyes threatening whoever happened to be in the vicinity. However, there was nothing to be leering at for the hallway was bare at the moment.
Though Haiiro Navi wasn’t as livid as his appearance appeared, his mood was far from the best at the moment. He was upset in one form or another, but he wasn't about to fight as much as his body wanted to. No, he was actually running away from something, or rather someone now. That someone had been pestering him for the last few days and wouldn’t stop pestering him no matter what threats he said nor whatever punches he retaliated with. He was stuck as to what to do, and finally he resorted to the more spineless of his maneuvers in life, avoidance. Even on a day where one was charmed to sit down with a mug of hot coco and a blanket, he was on his feet and moving endlessly through the hallway.
That damn bastard was smiling at me too...and....ugh damn it. Haiiro growled though his thoughts didn't explain themselves at the moment. Walking swiftly down the hallway of choice, Haiiro then turned when he’d reached a fork of sorts and started down a different hallway. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he was going somewhere at least. Turning down to go down another hallway, he suddenly went crashing into a wall. What the hell? Frowning, he stared at the wall wondering if he had just imagined that another hallway was there or something. Fuck my life. Groaning, Haiiro’s fist clenched, and he was one second away from punching the wall when logic reasoned that he probably needed that arm even if he couldn’t do much with it. Lowering his hand, he sighed and turned around before starting to walk down the hallway again. Faster, if that was possible.