Post by Asch on Feb 14, 2016 23:21:18 GMT -5
Whistling a tune, the delinquent boy flipped his long red hair and shook the can of spray paint. It was a nice, particularly white building--a candy shop, he thought--and it was the perfect canvas. Now, Asch wasn't typically the type to graffiti... But, then again, with things the way they were now, he didn't really care anymore. Everyone treated him like a criminal--saw him as a delinquent, and treated him as such. He wasn't a young man who had potential, no, he was a delinquent and nothing more in the eyes of "important people".
He didn't really care to impress anyone anymore--besides the ladies, anyway. But even then the poor loser was still single as ever, and for a good many reasons, too.
Asch took the spray paint and started to draw--rather, paint--on the side of the store, displaying his "thoughts" and "expressing himself"... or something "artistic" like that. Really, he just felt like doing it, and hey, at least he wasn't getting drunk or anything. Nope, he was a good two years clean now.
The boy whistled as he drew his "painting" on the wall, seeming to be happily minding his own business as he vandalized it. He didn't seem to have a care in the world... and after a few minutes of making his painting--even though it was only a few feet big and was pretty small because of that--he took a red sharpie and wrote next to his masterpiece,
"BEST SWORD FIGHTER EVER"
(ASH LEXINGTON)
He didn't really care to impress anyone anymore--besides the ladies, anyway. But even then the poor loser was still single as ever, and for a good many reasons, too.
Asch took the spray paint and started to draw--rather, paint--on the side of the store, displaying his "thoughts" and "expressing himself"... or something "artistic" like that. Really, he just felt like doing it, and hey, at least he wasn't getting drunk or anything. Nope, he was a good two years clean now.
The boy whistled as he drew his "painting" on the wall, seeming to be happily minding his own business as he vandalized it. He didn't seem to have a care in the world... and after a few minutes of making his painting--even though it was only a few feet big and was pretty small because of that--he took a red sharpie and wrote next to his masterpiece,
"BEST SWORD FIGHTER EVER"
(ASH LEXINGTON)
