12-26-2011, 04:37 PM
It was midday in Halifax; that time when the weak sun shone as brightly as it could. The day was relatively warm, despite the snow and ice making the streets rather dangerous. Only a light breeze disturbed the clean, virginal white of the unmarked powder. It was quite beautiful, in a way. Very beautiful. A primal instinct urged him to make his mark on what a primitive part of his brain urged was free territory, a way of warning off competition. What was it about fresh snow that immediately made one want to disturb it?
Sebastian wasn't sure.
He was currently living in a relatively intact ground-floor apartment. The best things were that it had a bed and insulation; the worst things were the broken window in the bathroom and the cracked floorboards. Still, it would do until he got something more permanent.
Sebastian went to the second floor and looked out on the streets from a low balcony, waiting for something to come along and bring some excitement into his life. Maybe someone who had managed to get a human vehicle working. A fellow artist, maybe. If he was lucky, perhaps a best friend for the night who wouldn't mind exchanging some mutual heat.
Until that person arrived Sebastian lazily brushed snow off the balcony with a long stick he had picked up. His jeans were dampened, as was his chest, but he didn't mind much. It was something, at least.
Sebastian wasn't sure.
He was currently living in a relatively intact ground-floor apartment. The best things were that it had a bed and insulation; the worst things were the broken window in the bathroom and the cracked floorboards. Still, it would do until he got something more permanent.
Sebastian went to the second floor and looked out on the streets from a low balcony, waiting for something to come along and bring some excitement into his life. Maybe someone who had managed to get a human vehicle working. A fellow artist, maybe. If he was lucky, perhaps a best friend for the night who wouldn't mind exchanging some mutual heat.
Until that person arrived Sebastian lazily brushed snow off the balcony with a long stick he had picked up. His jeans were dampened, as was his chest, but he didn't mind much. It was something, at least.