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Moving Along
Topic Started: Jul 19 2017, 06:33 PM (32 Views)
Anders D. Odinsson
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'It's day three of the Eastern Elections and everything has gone full swing. Most businesses has closed down for the events and the parties with the exception of the F&W bar and the security force. No matter where you looked, there were spectacles to be seen: the streets, Square Centre , and even the bloody rivers. How the hell did someone even get the bright idea of creating a pontoon out of pvc pipes and window shudders, then make it work I don't know. However I DO know that the security force had to pull out 15 people out after someone punched a hole in the bottom of one of their ships by dropping a watermelon.'

Sighing to himself, Arke takes a cigarette out of his usual jacket and lights it while making his way towards one of the Galas in Square Centre. As he walked past the F&W bar with its usual rowdy patrons, Arke happen to take a double take through the window and notices a somewhat familiar figure inside by the name of Geras playing beer pong and clearly losing.

Holding his face with his free hand, Arke shakes his head with disappointment, 'I'm . . . not surprised at the very least. This is the third time this week.' Arke then moved on towards his destination alone, leaving the man to his antics. 'I'll let him have his fun for today...at the expense of his paycheck, then let Riev sort him out later.'

Puffing out a cloud of smoke, Arke hesitantly decides to make a detour through memory lane. Leaving the boulevard street life, he wanders into the empty alleyway and into a surprisingly run-down cul-de-sac that is all too familiar to him. Looking around the near abandoned street, Arke gives out a bitter smile.

"Looks like nothing changed around here. Nothing at all."

Taking a seat on the curb, he puffs out another cloud, then looks longingly at the clear night sky.

"So much has happened here."

"Only we know about how it came to be though." Clenching the stick harder.

"Remembering all the good moments that drove us forward."

"Replaying the bad over and over, looking to see what could've been."

Arke looks past the old buildings to see fireworks off in the distance then sighed.

"Yearning for a second chance."

Seeing that the firework display was over in about 15 minutes, he stands up. Snuffing out the crushed cigarette, Arke checks the time, then stares at his reflection on a nearby puddle. Seeing as he is somewhat late, he leaves the alley way and moves along to the Gala. Lost in his mind, 'It doesn't matter anymore. Sometimes, you have to stand alone.'

Just to see if you still can.
Edited by Anders D. Odinsson, Apr 18 2018, 08:30 PM.
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