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Devil with a Heart of Iron
- Joined
- Apr 5, 2014
Another dull day, it seemed.
Jason Redd had tried his damn destination to make the most out of his week off, but with three days left he had done absolutely fuck all. It wasn't that he hated socialization, or that he had no money to do anything; he just adored playing video games, especially fighting games, and utilized most of the vacation to practice for an upcoming tournament. His main was particularly difficult to get ahold on, what with the multiple stances that Tae Kwon Do by its very nature came with, but he was determined to see it through. The martial art was always one of the more graceful, as well as most certainly being one of the most technical to master. At least, that was if fighting games were any indication.
Jason took his tray of food, consisting of a slice of pizza, two breadsticks, and a medium cola, and went to a table that was entirely empty. He looked inconspicuous enough to not have anyone other him...except for the fact that he was eating in a mall alone. He had a black t-shirt on with no logos, a pair of dark blue jeans, and black sneakers on his feet. His hair was short, styled messy and colored black, while his eyes were a rather odd crimson. His skin was pale as snow as well, but he wasn't albino, he just had a series of odd traits befall him. He took a bite of pizza, thankful his phone wasn't buzzing at all in his pocket. His work was notorious for calling people in during their vacations, but, due to the already lax nature of the workload there, few people minded going in. He always wanted more for himself in a career, but Jason wasn't about to complain for relaxation. He was a very "go with the flow" type of guy.
So, there he sat, eating his mock-Italian meal and savoring every bite of its greasy goodness. It wasn't so bad that the bad substance was dripping off if he held the slice vertical, but it certainly was no actual Italian pizza; he had been to Italy and had experienced that spectacular meal for himself.
Jason Redd had tried his damn destination to make the most out of his week off, but with three days left he had done absolutely fuck all. It wasn't that he hated socialization, or that he had no money to do anything; he just adored playing video games, especially fighting games, and utilized most of the vacation to practice for an upcoming tournament. His main was particularly difficult to get ahold on, what with the multiple stances that Tae Kwon Do by its very nature came with, but he was determined to see it through. The martial art was always one of the more graceful, as well as most certainly being one of the most technical to master. At least, that was if fighting games were any indication.
Jason took his tray of food, consisting of a slice of pizza, two breadsticks, and a medium cola, and went to a table that was entirely empty. He looked inconspicuous enough to not have anyone other him...except for the fact that he was eating in a mall alone. He had a black t-shirt on with no logos, a pair of dark blue jeans, and black sneakers on his feet. His hair was short, styled messy and colored black, while his eyes were a rather odd crimson. His skin was pale as snow as well, but he wasn't albino, he just had a series of odd traits befall him. He took a bite of pizza, thankful his phone wasn't buzzing at all in his pocket. His work was notorious for calling people in during their vacations, but, due to the already lax nature of the workload there, few people minded going in. He always wanted more for himself in a career, but Jason wasn't about to complain for relaxation. He was a very "go with the flow" type of guy.
So, there he sat, eating his mock-Italian meal and savoring every bite of its greasy goodness. It wasn't so bad that the bad substance was dripping off if he held the slice vertical, but it certainly was no actual Italian pizza; he had been to Italy and had experienced that spectacular meal for himself.