Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 11, 2012 10:48:37 GMT -8
Victor found himself unwittingly on the wrong side of barker territory. he stood there at the ruins of 259, still in slight awe, uncertainty, a friend who rarely visited, crept over him. that was it then, the whole reason he had come back to california had been incinerated just as well as everything else in the world. and no one around. no one except that girl he had run into. whatever businesses and buildings still stood where empty. or so Victor thought. a long lonely wind blew, whiping dust and leaves across the ground as Victor stood stoicly, the vision still seeping into his retinas.
of course it came to this, how could it not?
Victor had always made one mistake during his time as a student. he thought that everything going on at the school was but a game, he now realized that the egos of the students and the conflicts those built were so much more real than he had given them credit. certainly a man lilke gabriel seran would see such destruction wreaked across the school. still something told victor that his old friend and rival was not the causation of this ruin. no, he had wanted power, dominance and control. Victor suddenly found himself wondering about the black knights, the gang which Gabriel had started, he found himself wondering about all of his friends. san diego he imagined was just as torn up as here. olivia, gabriel, unfettered, mischa, kevala, david, hell he even wondered what had happened to matrim.
questions that may never be answered. Victor really wasn't looking for those answers anyway. those kind of things he knew... just turned up. he looked at the sky, the sun hung lazily overhead, it was a very normal day except for the ruined city that Victor found himself in. looking around he could see there were a few people, cleaning up, reclaiming what they could. one person he even saw looking for dead bodies to pick clean of posessions.
"HEY! have some respect!" Victor shouted, the man looked up at him, his expression the priceless surprise of a child being caught stealing into the cookie jar before scurrying off. Shaking his head Victor crammed his hands into the pockets of his pea coat. standing here was certainly getting him no where, and fast.
A thought came to him, of slight relation to his earlier musings.
what had happened to all the gangs?
gangs were not, typically, born or overthrown overnight. Victor had been gone a long time though. he wondered if the any remnants of the knights remained, black or white. victor had the sneaking suspicion that with the landscape change was also a power change. perhaps none of the old gangs he knew even existed anymore, all cleared out when the wreckage was revealed out of the dust. or, perhaps, new gangs had started.
this place was going to need a lot of work. it had struck victor suddenly that not one person was attempting to rebuild the school. Victor knew the mammoth task was not one that any one person could take on alone, and really the whole city needed rebuilding. Victor wanted to do it though, like a compulsion, he had to build something here. if you build it, they will come.
he sat down, from his satchel he pulled a notepad, and a pen.
*click*
and with that he sat down, begining to draw out foundations and plans for a new school. or maybe not a school. it would be kind of neat to just build a tower. 259 Tower, a place for Victor to live and observe in this new place. as long as no one disturbed him. it was impossible to escape the feeling that someone was just going to show up...
of course it came to this, how could it not?
Victor had always made one mistake during his time as a student. he thought that everything going on at the school was but a game, he now realized that the egos of the students and the conflicts those built were so much more real than he had given them credit. certainly a man lilke gabriel seran would see such destruction wreaked across the school. still something told victor that his old friend and rival was not the causation of this ruin. no, he had wanted power, dominance and control. Victor suddenly found himself wondering about the black knights, the gang which Gabriel had started, he found himself wondering about all of his friends. san diego he imagined was just as torn up as here. olivia, gabriel, unfettered, mischa, kevala, david, hell he even wondered what had happened to matrim.
questions that may never be answered. Victor really wasn't looking for those answers anyway. those kind of things he knew... just turned up. he looked at the sky, the sun hung lazily overhead, it was a very normal day except for the ruined city that Victor found himself in. looking around he could see there were a few people, cleaning up, reclaiming what they could. one person he even saw looking for dead bodies to pick clean of posessions.
"HEY! have some respect!" Victor shouted, the man looked up at him, his expression the priceless surprise of a child being caught stealing into the cookie jar before scurrying off. Shaking his head Victor crammed his hands into the pockets of his pea coat. standing here was certainly getting him no where, and fast.
A thought came to him, of slight relation to his earlier musings.
what had happened to all the gangs?
gangs were not, typically, born or overthrown overnight. Victor had been gone a long time though. he wondered if the any remnants of the knights remained, black or white. victor had the sneaking suspicion that with the landscape change was also a power change. perhaps none of the old gangs he knew even existed anymore, all cleared out when the wreckage was revealed out of the dust. or, perhaps, new gangs had started.
this place was going to need a lot of work. it had struck victor suddenly that not one person was attempting to rebuild the school. Victor knew the mammoth task was not one that any one person could take on alone, and really the whole city needed rebuilding. Victor wanted to do it though, like a compulsion, he had to build something here. if you build it, they will come.
he sat down, from his satchel he pulled a notepad, and a pen.
*click*
and with that he sat down, begining to draw out foundations and plans for a new school. or maybe not a school. it would be kind of neat to just build a tower. 259 Tower, a place for Victor to live and observe in this new place. as long as no one disturbed him. it was impossible to escape the feeling that someone was just going to show up...
