Post by Leon Rowing on Jan 11, 2006 15:49:19 GMT -5
Leon's hood was pulled over his head,to keep the cold from attacking his ears and cheeks.His jet black locks,as unruly as ever,obscured his hazel-green eyes,which swept over the park as he approached it.
A backpack was swung over his shoulder,and he gripped the strap with a near frozen hand,adorned with a Green Lantern ring.His t-shirt bore the name of some obscure British punk band,and looked as though it had seen better days.His red jacket was exceptionally plain.His ragged trainers were untied,and the laces trailed behind him as he collapsed onto a swing.The one next to him hung limply from one of its chains.The plastic was cold,but bearable,and he leaned down and rummaged through is back pack.
Before long,he produced a plain back book with no title.He cracked it open,and retrieved a pencil as well.He loved the atmosphere of the park,as well as the images--they made the best sketches.
His pencil flew across the page,and soon enough,he was lost in his own world.
A backpack was swung over his shoulder,and he gripped the strap with a near frozen hand,adorned with a Green Lantern ring.His t-shirt bore the name of some obscure British punk band,and looked as though it had seen better days.His red jacket was exceptionally plain.His ragged trainers were untied,and the laces trailed behind him as he collapsed onto a swing.The one next to him hung limply from one of its chains.The plastic was cold,but bearable,and he leaned down and rummaged through is back pack.
Before long,he produced a plain back book with no title.He cracked it open,and retrieved a pencil as well.He loved the atmosphere of the park,as well as the images--they made the best sketches.
His pencil flew across the page,and soon enough,he was lost in his own world.
