Post by Taka "Scar" Balogun on Oct 1, 2013 2:36:26 GMT
Taka was not really a well liked teacher in the school. He was mean and strict, few dared to crack a smile in his classroom. Smiles meant punishment. Taka didn't believe people should enjoy school, they should be learning. As the man finished up his last class of the day students rushed out, glad to be away from Mr. Balogun. He was a harsh man and no one wanted to spend more time with him than was required. Taka didn't mind though, he preferred to be alone. Tonight, however, he wanted to go out.
The Crossbones was a favorite of Taka's. He loved to drink a little (or a lot) and the Crossbones was a good place for him. He could sit in a shady corner and just watch the others chat and laugh menacingly. It was the place he belonged, the people there reminded him of the Outlanders back home. Memories of home came flooding back to him, all of them as clear as if they were yesterday but one. Zira, the love of his life. Despite not remembering her Scar knew he loved her. All he could remember was her crimson eyes and her evil smirk but he missed her. Whenever he thought of her he felt... happy.
His taloned hand clutched at his drink, Scar isn't even sure what it is. His eyes were narrowed as he scratched his name into the counter top. 'SCAR BALOGUN'. It isn't the only name scratched into the table, there were far more inappropriate things written. He's seated in a shadowy corner, happy to be all alone. Sometimes he grows bored of having no one to talk to though.
The Crossbones was a favorite of Taka's. He loved to drink a little (or a lot) and the Crossbones was a good place for him. He could sit in a shady corner and just watch the others chat and laugh menacingly. It was the place he belonged, the people there reminded him of the Outlanders back home. Memories of home came flooding back to him, all of them as clear as if they were yesterday but one. Zira, the love of his life. Despite not remembering her Scar knew he loved her. All he could remember was her crimson eyes and her evil smirk but he missed her. Whenever he thought of her he felt... happy.
His taloned hand clutched at his drink, Scar isn't even sure what it is. His eyes were narrowed as he scratched his name into the counter top. 'SCAR BALOGUN'. It isn't the only name scratched into the table, there were far more inappropriate things written. He's seated in a shadowy corner, happy to be all alone. Sometimes he grows bored of having no one to talk to though.