06-20-2019, 09:20 PM
* warning for cursing , descriptions of past death , please wait for RK'S role player to comment first! [member=5595]| RK515 |[/member]
as much as hal was to the uptake - he was adaptable when it suited him . he had a good head on his shoulders , had the instant - rapid fire , reactions that meant life or death . Hal lived his life - he lived it happily , now it was time to return to it. Time to go back to wherever he used to be - and get the hell out of dodge .
walking was not fun .
no , walking for as long as Hal and his obedient companion had been a smidgen less than fun . Hal was outright pissed , a temper that reared it's ugly head in a petulant coo that screamed from his head space . He was older - where he was before . a silver fox among the populace. he was happy - hell, he was content . Complacent in his life before this.
but was he really ?
It took some time - for some of the blur of his memories to fade . not all of theme returned , some where flimsy but the background information retained - Hal wasn't happy , in fact he was mourning his son - his wife . Both taken from him - from technology . Someone else's advancement that was never properly tested , a machine took to life of - of everything hal had and told him to suck it up. Maybe he was angry at the world , maybe he had something to prove . he didn't need technology - didn't need a family - to live . he had himself ( me , myself , and I )
but life is cruel life is a bitch .
but it was ironic
the sound of metal was soft compared to what hal imagined from his newer form's hearing . the scratch of metal pinching together the click of iron nuts in joints - working seamlessly - flawlessly in tandem in his companion - in RK's limbs made it difficult to track him , but the Saint Bernard had a nose on him. it was the only thing that kept hal's footsteps constant instead of turning around every few moments .
They stumbled on their own to the edge of the desert , the stench halting the large dog who rose a paw and waved it dismissively across his face. "[glow=#212121,2,300]it smells like someone crawled in the sun and died.[/glow]" . the thought was innocent at first - but at the sight of the desert before them a crawl of dread seemed to latch to the subtle nebula thing in his mind. the thing that kept him alive since he left the police academy, and the same thing that smeared in the back of his mind sense -
danger .
as much as hal was to the uptake - he was adaptable when it suited him . he had a good head on his shoulders , had the instant - rapid fire , reactions that meant life or death . Hal lived his life - he lived it happily , now it was time to return to it. Time to go back to wherever he used to be - and get the hell out of dodge .
walking was not fun .
no , walking for as long as Hal and his obedient companion had been a smidgen less than fun . Hal was outright pissed , a temper that reared it's ugly head in a petulant coo that screamed from his head space . He was older - where he was before . a silver fox among the populace. he was happy - hell, he was content . Complacent in his life before this.
but was he really ?
It took some time - for some of the blur of his memories to fade . not all of theme returned , some where flimsy but the background information retained - Hal wasn't happy , in fact he was mourning his son - his wife . Both taken from him - from technology . Someone else's advancement that was never properly tested , a machine took to life of - of everything hal had and told him to suck it up. Maybe he was angry at the world , maybe he had something to prove . he didn't need technology - didn't need a family - to live . he had himself ( me , myself , and I )
but life is cruel life is a bitch .
but it was ironic
the sound of metal was soft compared to what hal imagined from his newer form's hearing . the scratch of metal pinching together the click of iron nuts in joints - working seamlessly - flawlessly in tandem in his companion - in RK's limbs made it difficult to track him , but the Saint Bernard had a nose on him. it was the only thing that kept hal's footsteps constant instead of turning around every few moments .
They stumbled on their own to the edge of the desert , the stench halting the large dog who rose a paw and waved it dismissively across his face. "[glow=#212121,2,300]it smells like someone crawled in the sun and died.[/glow]" . the thought was innocent at first - but at the sight of the desert before them a crawl of dread seemed to latch to the subtle nebula thing in his mind. the thing that kept him alive since he left the police academy, and the same thing that smeared in the back of his mind sense -
danger .
I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO