Post by Variscite on Sept 12, 2016 22:11:15 GMT
It is a lovely day, couldn't have been an hour past noon. The city and all of its colorful folk were just finishing all the morning prep to be ready for the rest of the day, just outside of town almost within the city limits as he was coming from the Sea Spire. Variscite was walking alone down the side of the road towards the town, looking barley awake, his hood pulled up over his neon green hair, zipped up tight and simple human cargo shorts with..... worn black some flip flops. Tie all this together with his tan hued "skin" the young gem would be easy to mistake as a human. "Well they tried to put hands on my ears... ohh woohoo the sound... in my heart I still hear it clear...." not quiet a song... maybe more like he was just reciting a little tune to himself as he wonders closer to town.
Stopping at the side of the road next to the "Welcome to Beach City!" sign. He plops himself down and stuffs both hands into his hoodie pockets and grumbling something about "Should have stayed asleep..." While knowing it was something he needed, same with eating and drinking. He had just been doing them all for so long and enjoying them as he did, he has just grown acustom to these little rituals the humans do to live and survive. "Trying to build it up, only for them to break it down, they're daft to the sound.... wanna give up, keep holding your ground, keep turning it up, whooohooo the sound, the sound of change..." again not really singing as much as ust a little jingle to himself... still trying to get his head around being up right now, the last month or two had all blended together for him. Like he had not done in anything in a long time.
((Sorry! I cant make it all pretty on the Ps4...))
Stopping at the side of the road next to the "Welcome to Beach City!" sign. He plops himself down and stuffs both hands into his hoodie pockets and grumbling something about "Should have stayed asleep..." While knowing it was something he needed, same with eating and drinking. He had just been doing them all for so long and enjoying them as he did, he has just grown acustom to these little rituals the humans do to live and survive. "Trying to build it up, only for them to break it down, they're daft to the sound.... wanna give up, keep holding your ground, keep turning it up, whooohooo the sound, the sound of change..." again not really singing as much as ust a little jingle to himself... still trying to get his head around being up right now, the last month or two had all blended together for him. Like he had not done in anything in a long time.
((Sorry! I cant make it all pretty on the Ps4...))