01-04-2012, 03:38 PM
blagh fail
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Early morning was always his favorite time of the day, before people got up and the bustle of life started. It was a time he could relax and reflect upon the previous day before and the day ahead to come. The male found himself getting up earlier and earlier as the winter had set in. There was something unique about the crisp silence and foggy atmosphere that made his spine tingle and souls come alive, it was almost like when he was staring at the ocean in all its splendor although nothing could truly compare to the ocean's fervor, it was the closest he had found so far. The dusky boy was within a stone's throw of the courthouse but he had moved outside so that his practicing did not disturb anybody else, because Enzo was caring in that way.
He was stood facing a tree with a hastily constructed bulls eye upon it and was methodically shooting rocks at it from his slingshot trying to hit directly in the center every time. More often than not he failed in his task, hitting the outer rings. Maybe for anyone else this would be good enough for them but Lorenzo wanted to be almost perfect at it with an unwavering aim. His concentration was intense and it would be likely he wouldn't hear or notice anyone approaching until they made themselves more noticeable by talking.
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Early morning was always his favorite time of the day, before people got up and the bustle of life started. It was a time he could relax and reflect upon the previous day before and the day ahead to come. The male found himself getting up earlier and earlier as the winter had set in. There was something unique about the crisp silence and foggy atmosphere that made his spine tingle and souls come alive, it was almost like when he was staring at the ocean in all its splendor although nothing could truly compare to the ocean's fervor, it was the closest he had found so far. The dusky boy was within a stone's throw of the courthouse but he had moved outside so that his practicing did not disturb anybody else, because Enzo was caring in that way.
He was stood facing a tree with a hastily constructed bulls eye upon it and was methodically shooting rocks at it from his slingshot trying to hit directly in the center every time. More often than not he failed in his task, hitting the outer rings. Maybe for anyone else this would be good enough for them but Lorenzo wanted to be almost perfect at it with an unwavering aim. His concentration was intense and it would be likely he wouldn't hear or notice anyone approaching until they made themselves more noticeable by talking.