06-15-2017, 11:06 PM
Sergeant Estes stood at the edge of the pool, watching the surf come in from the southern horizon. The sea breeze was blowing sweet and salty air among hidden currents of wind, and the policeman couldn't help but think this ruined resort was about as close to Paradise as he had ever seen.
Ever since coming into Corsucant, it had only been one concrete jungle after another. Sure, there were trees aplenty planted in perfect little rows, but these days, at least on the Fifth Tier, the only ones not withered and brown from neglect were the artificial, plastic monstrosities stuck in the ground to give the semblance of life in that sprawling metropolis.
“A perfect metaphor for the people livin’ there,” the Sergeant thought bemusedly to himself.
The lawman thought back to his deeper past, growing up in New York City's Bronx. Good ol’ NYC had had plenty of hot windy days like today, it was on the ocean after all, but Mad Bull honestly couldn't remember enjoying a pristine moment like right now. Sure, a super-powered weirdo could fly by any second now and splatter his brains with the quick beam of some ridiculous space laser, but was NYC really that different?
The city had Coney Island, which was also full of derelict resorts and beaches, and the more he reminisced he remembered it really couldn't have been any better. You couldn't take two steps in Coney Island without getting shanked by some deadbeat meth head, and the more Mad Bull thought about it, the more he realized that getting sliced in half by some cartoon ninja was ten times better than an agonizing death from the sepsis at the end of some junky's switchblade.
With a faint sense of melancholy, he rummaged among the litter and artifacts left near the pool. After a few minutes of digging he clutched a pair of swimming fins, a snorkel and foggy old goggles. The plastic was old and crackling and it's once whimsical colors bleached out by the sun after years of exposure. It wasn't exactly top rate equipment, but it'd have to do.
With his blue uniform unbuttoned and fluttering against his chest in the wind, Sleepy walked towards the beach.
Ever since coming into Corsucant, it had only been one concrete jungle after another. Sure, there were trees aplenty planted in perfect little rows, but these days, at least on the Fifth Tier, the only ones not withered and brown from neglect were the artificial, plastic monstrosities stuck in the ground to give the semblance of life in that sprawling metropolis.
“A perfect metaphor for the people livin’ there,” the Sergeant thought bemusedly to himself.
The lawman thought back to his deeper past, growing up in New York City's Bronx. Good ol’ NYC had had plenty of hot windy days like today, it was on the ocean after all, but Mad Bull honestly couldn't remember enjoying a pristine moment like right now. Sure, a super-powered weirdo could fly by any second now and splatter his brains with the quick beam of some ridiculous space laser, but was NYC really that different?
The city had Coney Island, which was also full of derelict resorts and beaches, and the more he reminisced he remembered it really couldn't have been any better. You couldn't take two steps in Coney Island without getting shanked by some deadbeat meth head, and the more Mad Bull thought about it, the more he realized that getting sliced in half by some cartoon ninja was ten times better than an agonizing death from the sepsis at the end of some junky's switchblade.
With a faint sense of melancholy, he rummaged among the litter and artifacts left near the pool. After a few minutes of digging he clutched a pair of swimming fins, a snorkel and foggy old goggles. The plastic was old and crackling and it's once whimsical colors bleached out by the sun after years of exposure. It wasn't exactly top rate equipment, but it'd have to do.
With his blue uniform unbuttoned and fluttering against his chest in the wind, Sleepy walked towards the beach.
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