Post by Vice Ysal on Jan 10, 2014 20:08:38 GMT -5
Everyday was a fight that everyone had to go through. A fight that always had its conditions for victory changing again and again for whatever reason the fighter decided to do. Some could reason out that being able to see the sunrise was a victory enough for them while others would call it as shallow and not worth their time. For Vice, who could give less than two craps about other people's opinions about his choices, victory was being able to accomplish something up to his standard. Whatever that something was so long as he had attained a level suitable for his perfectionism then it was fine for him. Growing up in the city for all of his life, learning the sights and pretty much every enjoyment you can due to his adventurous nature, was more of a detriment than a boon in the wanderlust department. Exploration was something he yearned, something he wanted to do. To be trapped in that amount of space was in itself a slow way of killing one's self for him. So with the snap decision that most males are known for, Vice went ahead and readied himself for doing something that would probably give his folks the biggest migraine they'd ever have to experience due to their child. Then again, he was already an adult in the eyes of society and he was old enough to make his own choices so it wasn't like he didn't have an idea of what he was going to do.
Hell, he even had a bag pack for christ's sake.
The experience was something else, a different sight and feel, the goose bumps on his skin making him want more and more of this development. His eyes lit up like never before and all the new objects he had managed to collect with him, be they useful or not, went into his bag. It seemed to be uncharacteristic of him to gather something so outside his realm of understanding but the novelty of the situation was enough to have him act out of the norm. It was the most energetic he'd felt in a long while, and that same energy was what had led him to some run down building. His hair was slightly matted with sweat, apparently doing this thing was good exercise too, and the bag pack he had felt like lead on his shoulders. Not long after arriving at the building, a few boards had been set up pointing to enter if they wanted to trade in things for even better things. It was such an obvious trap but with the exhilaration still in his system, and the adrenaline making it difficult to make rational thought, Vice entered in with the air of an adventurer. Dim lights, shattered glass, and dirt were the things that came about in the thin long hall in front of him. His feet crunched against the carcasses of insects, the squishy sounds clinically ignored in favour of reaching the swaying door at the end of the path. Using his foot to slightly open it forward, the youth was greeted with the sight of a person, of all things, looking at him with what seemed to be an expectant or annoyed expression. Shrugging that off, the young man stepped forward whilst taking his bag pack off and placing it on the counter top. It was dirty to begin with anyway, so adding a bit more dust on it shouldn't be a problem.
"Uh…hey there?"
He started a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what happens in this situation but quickly decided to just wing it.
"I saw the signs outside and I managed to dredge up some junk along the way."
And methodically did he line them on the counter. Similar things coming up on the same pile for easy pickings.
"Think I can get anything for them?"