Post by Hale "Xavier" Kalani on Jan 3, 2016 6:22:00 GMT -6
Hale didn’t have a response so he didn’t bother Darren had just broken one of the only two Brewer swallow tail gun’s in all of the islands perhaps the world. Hale turned on his heels as Darren scooped and threw the pieces in the trash. The display was the most destructive thing he’d seen in a moment and he simply went into the showers scrubbed himself of how dirty he felt; even as what he was washing away couldn’t be seen nor felt on the skin it was an emotional grit and grime he knew would be with him for a very long time. Cleansed or as clean as he would ever be Hale emerged dressed for the board room. He didn’t want to do anything yet there was business to deal with. Moving towards the parking lot he simply slipped on his shades and drove away.
He could admit he was asking no demanding a lot but the fate of the streak and the continued line of the streak was at stake. He was playing for a larger pot than just his pride his life or even his happiness. He was playing for the future. Maybe one day someone would think on him fondly maybe not in the end it didn’t matter as when he won there would be future generations to think period.
He could admit he was asking no demanding a lot but the fate of the streak and the continued line of the streak was at stake. He was playing for a larger pot than just his pride his life or even his happiness. He was playing for the future. Maybe one day someone would think on him fondly maybe not in the end it didn’t matter as when he won there would be future generations to think period.
