Who: Malachi OTA When: 5pm 7/6/08 Where: Around What: Random. Walking off a little frustration Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
His muscles ached as he rubbed his triceps. The workout had done him some good. He needed to blow off some steam lately, and nothing did it quite like a good workout, and pounding the punching bag. Flexing his fingers, he began to think better of punching the bag so hard since his knuckles were sore and bleeding slightly.
Oh well. At least I feel a little better. They'll heal.
Walking the street, the sun felt good on his shoulders. It had been a good while since he had really enjoyed a good walk, and not just one to see the dealers at the corner, or find something to occupy his mind. The noises in his head were here today, just like they seemed to do when he was angry, but they seemed quieter today.
This shit's gettin really old... I wish I knew where the hell they came from, but at least it ain't quite so damn loud today...Hmm, that reminds me...
Stopping into a drugstore, he picked up a small bottle of Advil, and popped one in his mouth.
Just in case I run across that girl again. I really should have my own shit, but that was good lookin out on her part. I'ma pay her back for it if I see her again. Wonder what she's upto..?
Deciding what to do on his offtime, he kept walking past shop after shop, until something caught his eye. In the meantime, he was always content to people watch, even if it meant getting annoyed by the random gawker staring at his eyes. The looks he got from his considerable amount of ink were always amusing, and little kids especially. He always loved the 'dont look' tug the parents always gave.
Damn it's hot... I'm thirsty as hell. Wonder what the hell's around here to drink?