People Gazing -- Traverse Town [Closed]
With such little information to go by on the front lines in Traverse Town, Vincent had simply stopped to watch people scurry about for awhile. He remained almost casually seated on the edge of a building roof, one leg dangling down while the other was pulled up close to his chest. His metal arm was carelessly flung onto his upraised knee while the other tapped on his thigh.
Such a quiet quant little town with little disturbances, he thought. He had explored the entire town in most of one night, and he had had his fill on practicing his old skills as a Turk. He had another two hours before he was to meet his new acquaintance, Ginji, at the First District door. It was time to simply sit and watch the movement of people from different worlds, to know from their body language what life was actually like.
Glowing red eyes moved easily over the comings and goings of everyone else, and he was contented by the fact that he was most likely difficult to see. As far as he could tell, not many people ventured to the rooftops and casually observed others from some obscure shadow. It was something that he was good at, really. He considered pulling his leg up to reduce the chance of a sighting, but he wasn’t terribly concerned even if he was spotted. The likelihood of someone getting to the rooftop was low, or so he thought.
Checking the state of his weapon, he was pleased to feel its weight against his hip and thigh. He would have to get supplies for bullets before he left, but it was all in due time. He had hardly taken the time to just enjoy being part of society again, mostly because he was of the opinion that he was part of a cursed existence. Where he could not be seen easily, he felt more at ease in the part he played in the lives of others; nothing at all.
Sad, possibly pathetic, but it was the role that he had been reduced to. He was a mere silent observer in a world he could find no peace in until Lucrecia’s memory was given its proper dues.
Such a quiet quant little town with little disturbances, he thought. He had explored the entire town in most of one night, and he had had his fill on practicing his old skills as a Turk. He had another two hours before he was to meet his new acquaintance, Ginji, at the First District door. It was time to simply sit and watch the movement of people from different worlds, to know from their body language what life was actually like.
Glowing red eyes moved easily over the comings and goings of everyone else, and he was contented by the fact that he was most likely difficult to see. As far as he could tell, not many people ventured to the rooftops and casually observed others from some obscure shadow. It was something that he was good at, really. He considered pulling his leg up to reduce the chance of a sighting, but he wasn’t terribly concerned even if he was spotted. The likelihood of someone getting to the rooftop was low, or so he thought.
Checking the state of his weapon, he was pleased to feel its weight against his hip and thigh. He would have to get supplies for bullets before he left, but it was all in due time. He had hardly taken the time to just enjoy being part of society again, mostly because he was of the opinion that he was part of a cursed existence. Where he could not be seen easily, he felt more at ease in the part he played in the lives of others; nothing at all.
Sad, possibly pathetic, but it was the role that he had been reduced to. He was a mere silent observer in a world he could find no peace in until Lucrecia’s memory was given its proper dues.