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Laurel.Black
Moon
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- Mar 3, 2021
Hot and sticky.... That's all Lancer could describe the night as he pulled a sweat soaked shirt from his torso. Moist skin glistened under the heavy light of a new moon just over its horizon. He couldn't help a breath of contentment. "finally..." he breathed as the realization of his life echoed to the forefront of his mind.
"I am free....well for now at least."
Lancer had been running from his father's status for quite some time. The crime of debt stuck to his family for as long as he could remember. Unlike most people, his father didn't have enough sense to quit gambling and instead sold him off when he was only 15. For years, Lancer had been running or attempting to. Now, he was finally somewhat free. With a change of looks and a different location surely it would take those assholes a while to find him. However, when you had money and the resources to back you up anything was possible. Truthfully, only time would tell when they would show up at his doorstep.
"Well, the least I can do is enjoy the scenery." Ten stories high, the hustle and bustle of nightlife echoed all around him. The smell of distant oceans wafted among the fumes of cars and heavy machinery. The city of Eos was far bigger than his hometown. It was home to hundreds of thousands people... probably millions. Located at the bottom of the region it was the border into the next area making it the prime spot for tourism, crime, and immigrants.
His building was 15 floors high with every apartment on his side of the building privileged to have a its own balcony. The ones beside one another were separated by a four foot gap which you could jump if you was desperate enough. With a cigarette between soft lips, he marveled at the sky.
Lancer originally had blonde hair but now he dawned dark brown. His bangs were cut in a way to obscure his left eye and the rest of his hair cascaded down the center of his back in a neat plait. His back was loitered with old scars that obscured a large black dragon upon his back. It was a sign that the Vitaly family owned him and that he was their property. He was slender in appearance but, his body was toned indicating he was in some sort of shape.
Tossing a half smoked cigarette over the balcony he moved to return inside. To his surprise however, when he went to enter his home the door was locked. He sighed heavily... Having been on the run for most of his life he had the habit of locking doors behind him no matter where he was. It was handy when in a pinch but right now it was rather annoying. Glancing over to the apartment beside his he noticed a light on in the living area. Great.... Hopefully his neighbor would be nice enough to let him inside.
The 4 foot gap was nothing for the brunette to scale. Within minutes he was over his balcony and onto the other without so much as a sound. He'd hopped greater jumps in the past but, was still pleased with himself that he made the leap without any mishaps. If he had fallen he would have surely died. 15 floors... Yea, he definitely wouldn't have survived to fall. Without hesitance, Lancer knocked on the glass doors to his neighbor's balcony hoping they would hear him.
"I am free....well for now at least."
Lancer had been running from his father's status for quite some time. The crime of debt stuck to his family for as long as he could remember. Unlike most people, his father didn't have enough sense to quit gambling and instead sold him off when he was only 15. For years, Lancer had been running or attempting to. Now, he was finally somewhat free. With a change of looks and a different location surely it would take those assholes a while to find him. However, when you had money and the resources to back you up anything was possible. Truthfully, only time would tell when they would show up at his doorstep.
"Well, the least I can do is enjoy the scenery." Ten stories high, the hustle and bustle of nightlife echoed all around him. The smell of distant oceans wafted among the fumes of cars and heavy machinery. The city of Eos was far bigger than his hometown. It was home to hundreds of thousands people... probably millions. Located at the bottom of the region it was the border into the next area making it the prime spot for tourism, crime, and immigrants.
His building was 15 floors high with every apartment on his side of the building privileged to have a its own balcony. The ones beside one another were separated by a four foot gap which you could jump if you was desperate enough. With a cigarette between soft lips, he marveled at the sky.
Lancer originally had blonde hair but now he dawned dark brown. His bangs were cut in a way to obscure his left eye and the rest of his hair cascaded down the center of his back in a neat plait. His back was loitered with old scars that obscured a large black dragon upon his back. It was a sign that the Vitaly family owned him and that he was their property. He was slender in appearance but, his body was toned indicating he was in some sort of shape.
Tossing a half smoked cigarette over the balcony he moved to return inside. To his surprise however, when he went to enter his home the door was locked. He sighed heavily... Having been on the run for most of his life he had the habit of locking doors behind him no matter where he was. It was handy when in a pinch but right now it was rather annoying. Glancing over to the apartment beside his he noticed a light on in the living area. Great.... Hopefully his neighbor would be nice enough to let him inside.
The 4 foot gap was nothing for the brunette to scale. Within minutes he was over his balcony and onto the other without so much as a sound. He'd hopped greater jumps in the past but, was still pleased with himself that he made the leap without any mishaps. If he had fallen he would have surely died. 15 floors... Yea, he definitely wouldn't have survived to fall. Without hesitance, Lancer knocked on the glass doors to his neighbor's balcony hoping they would hear him.
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