Post by phantom on Jul 2, 2008 19:35:15 GMT -6
1st Rp for my match with Steel and Chance
It was midday in a meadow somewhere.
It was a beautiful summer day. It was about 70 degrees due to a soft breeze. Phantom was setting down in the middle of a field as the camera panned in on him.
His dark hair shinned in the blazing sun. It wasn’t quite black, the summer sun turned it to a dark brown almost. His makeup washed from his face. His eyes closed as the soft wind blew him hair. He wore a black muscle shirt, shinning black leather pants, and shinning leather boots. His fingerless gloves rested on his hands.
The soft breeze blew upon the soft grass in the meadow. The flowers beautifully colored blew and even pulled from their stem.
He slowly opened his eyes. He awoke from his meditation. He stood as the soft wind blew upon his hair and clothes. He turned and began walking into the green light filled forest. He walked slowly lost in thought. He was focused, focused on his greatest enemy, Chance.
He walked threw the woods near the shimmering creek. He stopped and looked, it looked like thousands of diamonds strewn across a blue plain. The forest green around him. He turned and continued.
His walk was slow and paced. He came from nowhere and was heading nowhere. All he thought of was Chance and his strategy.
He made it to a clearing with only a tree stump about 8 foot high 5 foot wide. It was the only dead thing in the beautiful forest.
The bark slowly beaten away. He stood there for a minute and began punching the stump. He repeatedly punched and kicked the stump. Each time his knuckle cut more the bark wore away more.
Phantom: If I am to defeat Chance. I must train. I’ve chosen this heaven to train, to learn form the wilderness, to become one with the world. To believe in myself. If I want to win I will use the help of this beautiful planet. I hope Chance will be ready
It was midday in a meadow somewhere.
It was a beautiful summer day. It was about 70 degrees due to a soft breeze. Phantom was setting down in the middle of a field as the camera panned in on him.
His dark hair shinned in the blazing sun. It wasn’t quite black, the summer sun turned it to a dark brown almost. His makeup washed from his face. His eyes closed as the soft wind blew him hair. He wore a black muscle shirt, shinning black leather pants, and shinning leather boots. His fingerless gloves rested on his hands.
The soft breeze blew upon the soft grass in the meadow. The flowers beautifully colored blew and even pulled from their stem.
He slowly opened his eyes. He awoke from his meditation. He stood as the soft wind blew upon his hair and clothes. He turned and began walking into the green light filled forest. He walked slowly lost in thought. He was focused, focused on his greatest enemy, Chance.
He walked threw the woods near the shimmering creek. He stopped and looked, it looked like thousands of diamonds strewn across a blue plain. The forest green around him. He turned and continued.
His walk was slow and paced. He came from nowhere and was heading nowhere. All he thought of was Chance and his strategy.
He made it to a clearing with only a tree stump about 8 foot high 5 foot wide. It was the only dead thing in the beautiful forest.
The bark slowly beaten away. He stood there for a minute and began punching the stump. He repeatedly punched and kicked the stump. Each time his knuckle cut more the bark wore away more.
Phantom: If I am to defeat Chance. I must train. I’ve chosen this heaven to train, to learn form the wilderness, to become one with the world. To believe in myself. If I want to win I will use the help of this beautiful planet. I hope Chance will be ready