Post by piotr on Mar 23, 2010 23:42:22 GMT -5
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON.
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Piotr pressed his lips as he made his way towards the plush chair at the corner of the establishment and sat down. He took a sip from his styrofoam cup before placing it down the table in front of him. Ah. Peace and quiet. He hadn’t had any for the past… Well it seemed like he hadn’t had those in a while. Even at night during his sleep, even though it was quiet, there was no peace. Inside his head that is. Everytime he closed his eyes he could see those damn fights he had been in the past. And it haunted him in his sleep. Maybe that was because he wasn’t used to it. Maybe because even after the trainings he had undergone deep down inside he was still a simple person who wanted and longed for a simple life. Suddenly he missed the farm life back in Russia.
Sighing softly, he leaned back further into the chair and reveled at his freedom right now. No one to tell him what to do. No one to tell him what not to do. Sniffing softly, he made a move to grab his cup again and lifted it up to his lips. The twenty-three year old took a careful sip as he let his gaze drift outside the window. Busy people passed by minding their own business. Going about their way. Huh. If only they knew some of the ugly secrets people hold.
They think they know. But in all honesty? They had no idea.
Licking his lips he placed the cup back down and let his gaze drift over the interior of the establishment. Just for today, he would really love it if he wasn’t reminded of who he was or what he was for that matter. Of course his train of thought was quickly derailed when his eyes landed on the line over the counter. The young girl who had served him earlier threw a wave his direction that made him press his lips. A feeble attempt to offer her at least a smile just to be courteous. He really was never comfortable around such displays of admiration. He recalled many times already what Lorna had told him. He should be flattered. And he was, he just wasn’t used to it. Piotr was sure that he was never going to get used to it.
Tearing his eyes away from her, the mutant grabbed his messenger bag that was at the foot of the chair he was sitting on and placed it on his lap. Unzipping it, he pulled his laptop from it and placed it on top of the table. He wasn’t going to waste his time thinking about the past and such. Might as well find other kind of distraction and possibly get some research done while he was at it.
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[/size]DON’T YOU CRY NO MORE.
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@ caution two point oh notes:: posted finally hehehehehe [/center]