Post by Vice Ysal on Feb 18, 2014 7:51:19 GMT -5
There was an innumerable amount of clothing that could be seen within Vice's closet. Though it may be an exaggeration, there was still undeniably a lot of pants, shirts, and apparel available to him. It was a good thing, really, to be prepared for any kind of weather and have all the clothes you think you may need for any given scenario. Still, that was only applicable had said clothes been in good condition. As it were, after having done his morning ritual of taking a shower and all that counted for that, Vice came upon the problem of seeing his neatly prepared set of clothes in the cabinet rather…lacking in material. And by lacking, he meant that there were several gashes, cuts, and lacerations from the numerous forays of going through the outside area. It was something he didn't believe in, something he didn't want to accept but alas, the loss of a couple of his favourite shirts and scarves had told him that it was time. With a weary sigh and picking out the least worn out set of clothing he had left on him, the red eyed youth checked his memory banks for the funds he had left. If one would ask why, then it was simple:
It was time to go shopping.
Cue the fanfare, the parade, and the massive storm cloud that would end all the festivities for the day. Groaning as loud as he could to just get all the excess bullshit from his chest, and since there was no one around to hear him do it then might as well take advantage of it, Vice pulled his motorcycle keys, wallet, phone and room keys for the dreaded chore. The trip down to the communal garage was uneventful, with the most exciting thing being the pinging of the elevator doors. Briskly walking to his parked vehicle, a customised motorcycle, the young man placed on his helmet, hooked on the biker jacket, and revved up the engine. The explosive roar of the engine as the motorcycle sped through the available pathways of the busy streets echoed for miles away. It didn't take the red eyed youth that long either to reach the shopping center, obvious with the speed he was going but nonetheless early. Parking, getting the ticket, the usual boorish stuff that everyday people went ahead with.
Sometimes Vice still wondered why he even spent so much time keeping up appearances.
Why couldn't he just go live in the outside city, kill shadows off and create some kind of massive stronghold where he could store food. Sure he'd be facing death at every step but at least the amount of hypocrisy he'd come to know about everyday would lessen. Well whatever, Vice rolled his shoulders as he entered the building. Armed with his wallet, phone, and his bargaining skills, the young man then began to throw himself at the throes of glitter, glamour, and grandiose gallivanting.
Ugh.