Wetsticks and Chill
Why are we defined so blatently by our appearance? Even a great day like this can be ruined by the livestock around me. Like seriously, get a damn grip people. Pirates, Marines, Revolutionaries. We all have an expiration date. It's time I label it. |
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A golden sun would glow radiantly amongst the heavens lighting up the paradise island of Baterilla. Not a single cloud would match its tenacity, as the bright blue sky would be unphased for miles out. Birds would dance amongst the gentle breeze that past the shore as tourist and civilians alike would lay basking in the sunlight, whilst cheers of laughter would echo across the landscape as children played in the sand. It was truly a peaceful place to simply be at, and everyone on the island was thoroughly enjoying it, well almost everyone. Near the shipping dock of simply four oak peers, would lie a small bar residing in the sands against the shore. The bar itself was actually quite long and wide as it was serving drinks to more than fifty people. Seated at the bar would be a seriously pissed off gentleman. Sniggers would begin to repeat as the people around would giggle about him. "What's with all the tattoo? Disgusting..... I think it's time for you to leave Xylo. You're a goddamn menace." Oh the murmurs would seriously begin to piss him off, however as much as Xylo would have loved to slaughter this whole bar up, trouble was something he was eager to stay clear off.
So would that he would get up from his seat, and begin to walk away, the laughter would begin to get louder, however Xylo would begin to ignore it. Only a few more days under the barge leaves to North Blue... And then he can finally be rid of all these assholes. So he'd raise his cigarette to his mouth as he leaned against a horizontal wooden pole. Crimson hued lenses would gaze upon the horizon as he watch the gentle breeze push the crystal clear water against the seasides boulders. "And yet again, these pigs ruin my day."
A golden sun would glow radiantly amongst the heavens lighting up the paradise island of Baterilla. Not a single cloud would match its tenacity, as the bright blue sky would be unphased for miles out. Birds would dance amongst the gentle breeze that past the shore as tourist and civilians alike would lay basking in the sunlight, whilst cheers of laughter would echo across the landscape as children played in the sand. It was truly a peaceful place to simply be at, and everyone on the island was thoroughly enjoying it, well almost everyone. Near the shipping dock of simply four oak peers, would lie a small bar residing in the sands against the shore. The bar itself was actually quite long and wide as it was serving drinks to more than fifty people. Seated at the bar would be a seriously pissed off gentleman. Sniggers would begin to repeat as the people around would giggle about him. "What's with all the tattoo? Disgusting..... I think it's time for you to leave Xylo. You're a goddamn menace." Oh the murmurs would seriously begin to piss him off, however as much as Xylo would have loved to slaughter this whole bar up, trouble was something he was eager to stay clear off.
So would that he would get up from his seat, and begin to walk away, the laughter would begin to get louder, however Xylo would begin to ignore it. Only a few more days under the barge leaves to North Blue... And then he can finally be rid of all these assholes. So he'd raise his cigarette to his mouth as he leaned against a horizontal wooden pole. Crimson hued lenses would gaze upon the horizon as he watch the gentle breeze push the crystal clear water against the seasides boulders. "And yet again, these pigs ruin my day."
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