Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 18:51:06 GMT -5
Belle Chasse, Louisiana
October 3rd, 2013 11:30 P.M.
A thunderstorm blankets over the town of Belle Chasse, just a few miles south of New Orleans. Lightning strikes every few moments, only to be followed by a loud crash of thunder. The rain is pouring down as if the Gulf of Mexico itself is coming down on the city. It’s late, and everyone is hunkering down or already asleep on this evening. Everyone except one man...
It’s mostly dark in the warehouse along Main Street. All the lights except two security lights are off. The sound of his boots thumping against the mat echoes loudly throughout the building. His moves become more sporadic, his body ducking and rolling this way and that, all the while never stopping. Suddenly, he runs towards a turnbuckle, leaping up to the top rope before pushing back and back-flipping down to the mat.
His feet hit the mat hard. The loud slap echoing before the building falls silent. After a moment, he lets out the breath he was holding. His labored breathing the only sound for a moment before it turns into a light chuckle. He walks to the turnbuckle, climbing and then sitting on top of it, a slight smirk still gracing his face.
”It’s time…”
October 3rd, 2013 11:30 P.M.
A thunderstorm blankets over the town of Belle Chasse, just a few miles south of New Orleans. Lightning strikes every few moments, only to be followed by a loud crash of thunder. The rain is pouring down as if the Gulf of Mexico itself is coming down on the city. It’s late, and everyone is hunkering down or already asleep on this evening. Everyone except one man...
It’s mostly dark in the warehouse along Main Street. All the lights except two security lights are off. The sound of his boots thumping against the mat echoes loudly throughout the building. His moves become more sporadic, his body ducking and rolling this way and that, all the while never stopping. Suddenly, he runs towards a turnbuckle, leaping up to the top rope before pushing back and back-flipping down to the mat.
His feet hit the mat hard. The loud slap echoing before the building falls silent. After a moment, he lets out the breath he was holding. His labored breathing the only sound for a moment before it turns into a light chuckle. He walks to the turnbuckle, climbing and then sitting on top of it, a slight smirk still gracing his face.
”It’s time…”
OOC: Just a little snippet. More back story to the reason behind this later.