by Knight Errant » Wed Nov 26, 2008 12:34 pm
Julian sighs. "Fine... I'll be around if you change your mind."
He gets on a bike further away from Ashton, starts it, and takes off. It was obvious they didnt have anything more to say to each other.
Julian felt sad things came out like this... but he also felt a strange sense of peace. He had been alone since the day his family dissapeared. And after that his friends and his girlfriend Sarah were gone, swept up in the war. And even when he joined the army he always felt alone... but he had gotten used to it. But ever since he survived that seige things have been swirling around... stirred up by Ashton and the others.
But that was over... things went back to being simple. He followed orders, went to locations, and shot strangers at a long distance. He will keep on doing this until he couldnt anymore... or the war was over. But looking that far ahead wasnt important anymore. He could go back to living one day at a time... alone. Only his rifle and pistol beside him. Because they were the only things in his life that seemed to not want to leave him.
((I did my best to keep this post short. I tend to ramble if I let myself. >.>))
((Mainly because I am still trying to find my character, but I think I almost got him down! *shakefist*))
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.