Roda the Red
Nitpicker of swords
CHARLIE HUGHES
SCENE:
Searching for the Light
TIME:
Afternoon, Post-Arc 3, June 18th 2022
LOCATION:
Phoenix HQ, South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Charlie, Hitoshi
Searching for the Light
Charlie nodded. "Sounds like a plan, let's go!" The commenced his journey back down to the ground, his movements now sporting a previously lacking vigor. "You're killing me though, Aniki!" Remarked the boy, as the two still made their way climbing down the crane "Hotdogs, soft drinks...And now Ice cream? I'll be eating salad for three days straight! I need to keep track of my macros, you know?" While it was technically an honest, albeit hyperbolic remark, his words held no malice.
After gathering their belongings, as well as gathering the trash they themselves had made into a plastic back, the Phoenixes jumped on their spots in the car , more than happy to begin their journey back into the city, hopefully with a newfound determination to not let its dark vices take a further hold of them. The vehicle's old engine purred and then roared, a cloud of dust and smoke left in its wake as it treaded forward and out of the scrapyard.
Their first stop was at the aformentioned gas station, a quaint little place that found its home at the very edge of the city, a confenient location for the many travelers fortunate enough to escape New Oasis, and those unfortunate enough to go in. The Phoenixes decided to have one last little feast to celebrate their reignited spirits, gorging themselves with ice cream and sweets, and even a couple bags of Craico BBQ Baby Back Rib chips to savor for the rest of the way. At one point, while Hitoshi had to go to the bathroom to relief himself from the undersired pressure in his bladder, Charlie partook in reading one of the magazines laying about, not even bothering to check what the cover of it was, seconds later he yelped as he turned to face the turned page, shocked by the extremely vulgar and debaucherous nature of its contents. He quickly slid it back to where it belonged, hoping no one noticed his minor mishap.
The moon shined brightly over the night sky, a (mostly mentally) tired Charlie waved weakly at Hitoshi from the base of a sandy-white staircase. The man in the car playfully saluted in response, before his hands manipulated the stirring wheel into a tight turn, golden lights from the car piercing through the dimly-lit streets of South District. The two man had said their good-byes, but would meet once again, sooner or later, be it through a desire for companionship, or to join forces in a time of need.
The door to Charlie's apartment opened slowly and with a light creak, the faint blue moonlight seeping through the entrance, casting a shadow in the shape of the place's inhabitant. The rookie wasted no time in locking the door behind him, and getting rid of the layers of cloth concealing his build. Steaming-Hot water rained down from the shower, droplets gently hitting the boy's body as he worked his shoulders with a pumice stone, his extremely long hair reached down to his calves, its thick locks conveniently blocking certain parts from view. The shower cleansed his body from the grim, and his mind from the worries and anxieties.
Now only wearing only a pair of shorts, he sat on his sofa, a towel hanging from his nape partially protected his back from the damp mane draping down the seatrest. An ominous silence allowed him to recall on everything that had taken place throughout the day, from standing guard in place for hours, to the wise words brought upon him by Hitoshi.
"I'm still me..."
He leaned over, his hand scanning the cushions of the sofa, until he managed to grab a remote controller. Pressing on the large red button, the television turned on, baiting the room in the red light of a familiar logo. With a mind finally at peace, he scrolled through the catalogue.
"Oh! Season 2 is out...Oh screw it, let's binge!"
After gathering their belongings, as well as gathering the trash they themselves had made into a plastic back, the Phoenixes jumped on their spots in the car , more than happy to begin their journey back into the city, hopefully with a newfound determination to not let its dark vices take a further hold of them. The vehicle's old engine purred and then roared, a cloud of dust and smoke left in its wake as it treaded forward and out of the scrapyard.
Their first stop was at the aformentioned gas station, a quaint little place that found its home at the very edge of the city, a confenient location for the many travelers fortunate enough to escape New Oasis, and those unfortunate enough to go in. The Phoenixes decided to have one last little feast to celebrate their reignited spirits, gorging themselves with ice cream and sweets, and even a couple bags of Craico BBQ Baby Back Rib chips to savor for the rest of the way. At one point, while Hitoshi had to go to the bathroom to relief himself from the undersired pressure in his bladder, Charlie partook in reading one of the magazines laying about, not even bothering to check what the cover of it was, seconds later he yelped as he turned to face the turned page, shocked by the extremely vulgar and debaucherous nature of its contents. He quickly slid it back to where it belonged, hoping no one noticed his minor mishap.
The moon shined brightly over the night sky, a (mostly mentally) tired Charlie waved weakly at Hitoshi from the base of a sandy-white staircase. The man in the car playfully saluted in response, before his hands manipulated the stirring wheel into a tight turn, golden lights from the car piercing through the dimly-lit streets of South District. The two man had said their good-byes, but would meet once again, sooner or later, be it through a desire for companionship, or to join forces in a time of need.
The door to Charlie's apartment opened slowly and with a light creak, the faint blue moonlight seeping through the entrance, casting a shadow in the shape of the place's inhabitant. The rookie wasted no time in locking the door behind him, and getting rid of the layers of cloth concealing his build. Steaming-Hot water rained down from the shower, droplets gently hitting the boy's body as he worked his shoulders with a pumice stone, his extremely long hair reached down to his calves, its thick locks conveniently blocking certain parts from view. The shower cleansed his body from the grim, and his mind from the worries and anxieties.
Now only wearing only a pair of shorts, he sat on his sofa, a towel hanging from his nape partially protected his back from the damp mane draping down the seatrest. An ominous silence allowed him to recall on everything that had taken place throughout the day, from standing guard in place for hours, to the wise words brought upon him by Hitoshi.
"I'm still me..."
He leaned over, his hand scanning the cushions of the sofa, until he managed to grab a remote controller. Pressing on the large red button, the television turned on, baiting the room in the red light of a familiar logo. With a mind finally at peace, he scrolled through the catalogue.
"Oh! Season 2 is out...Oh screw it, let's binge!"
[Scene End]
@joshuadim