07-01-2018, 03:05 AM
Greed wasn't the type of guy to go fishing. He was the type to go out late at night, stay out late partying, then come home in a drunk haze--really, the polar opposite of the old man you would find sitting by the side of a creek. But there he was nevertheless, sat beside the rushing waves of the ocean with a fishing pole in hand. He wasn't patient, and the longer he waited, watching for a shake of the line, he got more and more frustrated. Why did that yellow bastard have to give him such a boring task? He probably did it on purpose, the panther decided with a small huff.
After a little more waiting with no results, he turned to the large nets he had brought along, collected in a pile beside him. He had wanted to use them after catching a few fish the old fashioned way, but since they weren't cooperating, it probably wouldn't hurt to go ahead and use it. Now, if only he could figure out how to untangle them.
He was a very prideful man, and so, he was always easily embarrassed and his ego was often fragile. He would shrug it off and laugh, but inside he would be screaming. That was exactly how it was as he realized he had gotten himself stuck, tangled in the nets. He struggled and grunted, flipping and kicking up sand, but to no avail. They were wrapped tightly around him and didn't seem like they'd let up any time soon. Instead of wriggling and making it worse, he'd sigh, resigning himself to this fate.
"SPEECH"
After a little more waiting with no results, he turned to the large nets he had brought along, collected in a pile beside him. He had wanted to use them after catching a few fish the old fashioned way, but since they weren't cooperating, it probably wouldn't hurt to go ahead and use it. Now, if only he could figure out how to untangle them.
He was a very prideful man, and so, he was always easily embarrassed and his ego was often fragile. He would shrug it off and laugh, but inside he would be screaming. That was exactly how it was as he realized he had gotten himself stuck, tangled in the nets. He struggled and grunted, flipping and kicking up sand, but to no avail. They were wrapped tightly around him and didn't seem like they'd let up any time soon. Instead of wriggling and making it worse, he'd sigh, resigning himself to this fate.
"SPEECH"