10-11-2009, 03:00 AM
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Set at Dalhousie University.
Somehow the wayward hybrid had made his way to one of the areas of the city that the plant life seemed to have a chokehold on. It was quite the marvel to see just how different parts of the city could be from one another. Some locations were thoroughly man-made, all cracked concrete, falling buildings, and scattered gadgets long rendered useless by time. Other areas were like this, a melding of man and nature, plant life seizing hold on any object within its reach. Though really, this variety wasn’t any different here than in the dozens of other cities he’d worked his way through. Same old song and dance, different location.
Andante picked his way across the campus grounds, amethyst eyes taking in the sights of nature slowly squeezing the life out of the buildings around him. It was almost poetic in its violence, but Dante never cared to look too deeply into it. What would be the point? All he cared about was finding something interesting to see and to do. The old university grounds were interesting enough as it was, with plenty of buildings to break into and dissect. He eyed the buildings with a half-hearted attention as he walked along a worn concrete path. Nothing really leapt out at him, and he found himself wanting to cause a little destruction to fend of his boredom. The hybrid boy stopped before a rusting metal newspaper box attached to the side of one of the walkways and examined it for a moment before deeming it to be a suitable target. He moved behind it and removed his aluminum baseball bat from the sling on his back. It took a few swings to get the thing loose, leaving it up to one good whack to send it flying across the cracked concrete path. It clattered noisily to the ground, enticing a wicked grin to flash onto his features.
Somehow the wayward hybrid had made his way to one of the areas of the city that the plant life seemed to have a chokehold on. It was quite the marvel to see just how different parts of the city could be from one another. Some locations were thoroughly man-made, all cracked concrete, falling buildings, and scattered gadgets long rendered useless by time. Other areas were like this, a melding of man and nature, plant life seizing hold on any object within its reach. Though really, this variety wasn’t any different here than in the dozens of other cities he’d worked his way through. Same old song and dance, different location.
Andante picked his way across the campus grounds, amethyst eyes taking in the sights of nature slowly squeezing the life out of the buildings around him. It was almost poetic in its violence, but Dante never cared to look too deeply into it. What would be the point? All he cared about was finding something interesting to see and to do. The old university grounds were interesting enough as it was, with plenty of buildings to break into and dissect. He eyed the buildings with a half-hearted attention as he walked along a worn concrete path. Nothing really leapt out at him, and he found himself wanting to cause a little destruction to fend of his boredom. The hybrid boy stopped before a rusting metal newspaper box attached to the side of one of the walkways and examined it for a moment before deeming it to be a suitable target. He moved behind it and removed his aluminum baseball bat from the sling on his back. It took a few swings to get the thing loose, leaving it up to one good whack to send it flying across the cracked concrete path. It clattered noisily to the ground, enticing a wicked grin to flash onto his features.