Post by karrl on Mar 6, 2012 15:21:28 GMT -5
It had been barely an hour since he moved in and unpacked his bags and he had already gotten sick and tired of his aunty, uncle and seconds cousin. He loved his family, in fact he would do just about anything to protect them, but these one he had never actually met. His uncle was in fact his father’s brother, and boy talk about complete opposites. Karrl had arrived on his brand new 2010 Suzuki SV650S and already the guy had given Karrl grief that no biker was going to live in his house. Karrl told him to bite him, unpacked his bags in a little box room and shot straight out.
So, there he was riding aimlessly, just trying to get a feel for the place. He had to admit the place was not bad, it was, like his uncle to his father, the complete opposite from his hometown of Southall, but he had to admit that it was not necessarily a bad thing. He was looking around from behind his designer sunglasses as both his long brown hair and his long black trench-coat blew in the wind. He smiled briefly as he saw a white female jogger running beside her dog, man, if this was Southall she would have been stabbed, raped, mugged, or maybe even all three, this place might need livening up a bit.
All of a sudden he realised he was in the local shopping area, well, it seemed to be that way. He thought for a second before deciding to park up and take a looksee. So, that’s exactly what he did, he brought his bike to a halt by the curb and swung off it. He looked around for a moment before pulling out a pack of smokes and through the simple process of removing one of its contents, putting it in his mouth and lighting up he took a long hard drag on it.
He sighed with relief, he had just remembered that he had not had a cigarette since he got on the place to Hollow Falls, and it was instantly unwinding him. He took one more pull before speaking, “Well Karrl, I guess your home.” He sighed once more, but not in relief, he had no idea what was going to happen, and he shuddered at the fact that he had to go back to high school, bloody Americans and there eighteen year old obligatory school rule. He sighed once more before pushing himself off his bike and threw the finished smoke to the floor.
So, there he was riding aimlessly, just trying to get a feel for the place. He had to admit the place was not bad, it was, like his uncle to his father, the complete opposite from his hometown of Southall, but he had to admit that it was not necessarily a bad thing. He was looking around from behind his designer sunglasses as both his long brown hair and his long black trench-coat blew in the wind. He smiled briefly as he saw a white female jogger running beside her dog, man, if this was Southall she would have been stabbed, raped, mugged, or maybe even all three, this place might need livening up a bit.
All of a sudden he realised he was in the local shopping area, well, it seemed to be that way. He thought for a second before deciding to park up and take a looksee. So, that’s exactly what he did, he brought his bike to a halt by the curb and swung off it. He looked around for a moment before pulling out a pack of smokes and through the simple process of removing one of its contents, putting it in his mouth and lighting up he took a long hard drag on it.
He sighed with relief, he had just remembered that he had not had a cigarette since he got on the place to Hollow Falls, and it was instantly unwinding him. He took one more pull before speaking, “Well Karrl, I guess your home.” He sighed once more, but not in relief, he had no idea what was going to happen, and he shuddered at the fact that he had to go back to high school, bloody Americans and there eighteen year old obligatory school rule. He sighed once more before pushing himself off his bike and threw the finished smoke to the floor.