04-26-2010, 12:03 AM
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Private, set in the Forest of Nod.
His back hurt. And it wasn't just his Goddamn back—he simply ached. When he had watched his home go up in flames, he had thought that it would merely displace him (both physically and emotionally) for a while, and that would be it. But crashing wherever he found readily available each night was not agreeing with him, and his aching back was a testament to that. Even a crappy car in the middle of a junkyard was a better place to sleep than on the ground.
Regardless, the spring day was warm. That usually wasn't that bothersome—the real problem was that it was humid. Walking around felt as though one was almost swimming through the moisture-laden air. There was a storm brewing out at sea, so Snake believed that might be a culprit. Trying to avoid the worst of it, he ventured into the Forest, believing he might be able to find… some place where it wasn't that terrible.
Snake wandered to the deepest depths of the Forest of Nod, to where the tree canopy above was so thick that little light filtered through. There was little difference, but the silence was at least comforting. Birds were just beginning to return after their winter voyages, but they were subdued now, it would seem. After a quick glance around the place, he sat down on a low boulder. The scarred warrior stretched, carefully—as to not break any of the wounds open again. The numerous pops he heard from his spine was worrying—Snake was not necessarily obsessive over many things, but his health was one of them. When your body (your weapon) was what you depended on to do your duty to the clan, he was usually painstaking in making sure he was kept in good condition. He would have to find a permanent home eventually, even though the thought was bitter to him. It wasn't as though his old one would come back—he had to move on. He just really didn't want to.
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Private, set in the Forest of Nod.
His back hurt. And it wasn't just his Goddamn back—he simply ached. When he had watched his home go up in flames, he had thought that it would merely displace him (both physically and emotionally) for a while, and that would be it. But crashing wherever he found readily available each night was not agreeing with him, and his aching back was a testament to that. Even a crappy car in the middle of a junkyard was a better place to sleep than on the ground.
Regardless, the spring day was warm. That usually wasn't that bothersome—the real problem was that it was humid. Walking around felt as though one was almost swimming through the moisture-laden air. There was a storm brewing out at sea, so Snake believed that might be a culprit. Trying to avoid the worst of it, he ventured into the Forest, believing he might be able to find… some place where it wasn't that terrible.
Snake wandered to the deepest depths of the Forest of Nod, to where the tree canopy above was so thick that little light filtered through. There was little difference, but the silence was at least comforting. Birds were just beginning to return after their winter voyages, but they were subdued now, it would seem. After a quick glance around the place, he sat down on a low boulder. The scarred warrior stretched, carefully—as to not break any of the wounds open again. The numerous pops he heard from his spine was worrying—Snake was not necessarily obsessive over many things, but his health was one of them. When your body (your weapon) was what you depended on to do your duty to the clan, he was usually painstaking in making sure he was kept in good condition. He would have to find a permanent home eventually, even though the thought was bitter to him. It wasn't as though his old one would come back—he had to move on. He just really didn't want to.