Scott "Slim" Summers (shadyslim) wrote in gangs_of_nyx, @ 2010-10-28 18:44:00 |
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The apartment that Scott Summers occupied was practically barren. There was a bed and a few other necessary pieces of furniture, but no decoration of any kind; nothing to indicate the tastes or character of the occupant. At least not in plain view. In the bottom drawer of the dresser, hidden underneath a stack of sweaters was a photograph taken on Scott's eighth birthday. It was the only picture of his family that he had left. Occasionally, when he was drunk or high, he would dig it out and stare at it for hours, trying to remember what it was like to be the happy kid he barely recognized as himself. The rest of the time he pretended it didn't even exist. It was well past noon when Scott finally woke up. His head felt like it was filled with cotton and his limbs weighed a ton but he forced himself to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up with a groan. He remained motionless for a moment before standing, stretching violently and padding to the bathroom for a shower. As he dried himself off he avoided the looking at the mirror as if there was something horrible there that he didn't want to see. He dressed and reluctantly made his way outside to greet the day. The moment he set foot on the sidewalk his ears were assaulted by the sounds of shouting. Scott looked around, squinting against the sun even behind his sunglasses. Less than a block away two men were yelling at each other. A crowd had formed around them and it looked as though a fist fight was about to begin. "Hey!" Scott shouted. A few of the minglers turned to look at him and moved out of the way. "HEY!" He shouted louder, finally gaining the attention of the entire group. The two combatants glared at him. "What the fuck do you want?" One of them demanded. "If you're going to beat the shit out of each other, take it somewhere else," Scott ordered in a scratchy voice. "I don't want blood all over my sidewalk." He took off his sunglasses and stared them down. "Yeah? And who the hell are—" Before the man could finish Scott let loose a blast of red energy at the sidewalk between the feet of the two men. They both jumped back to avoid fragments of sidewalk that sprayed from the small crater that now existed. Most of the onlookers had moved off when Scott had first arrived. Scott's optic blast caused the others to run. "Shit!" Shouted one of the two original men and disappeared into an alley. The second gave Scott the evil eye and finally ran off in the opposite direction. |