Orange.
Close to being sunset, the ambience of tweeting birds traveling in flocks, and the roaring murmur of pedestrians walking around the city. Atticus laying back on one of the highest clock towers this place has to offer. The view was amazing, being able to see the endless buildings, parks; monuments all reflecting the orange light of the sun against one of the each other. Every tone and shade of this town is like a chameleon. Changing colors, such as blue in morning, orange, then black, but only being lit from the sheer mass of neon lights the city has.
Taking one of his spears he points it directly at a sun, making it reflect off and have it glimmer an orange light. Without realizing it before it was too late, the light that was reflecting off the spear went down below and blinded a driver which who crashes into a fire hydrant, having it spout water for the children to play in. Seeing the events that occurred, he looks at the smoking car without any panic. Woops…eh he’ll be alright. Ignoring the thought that he caused another accident— pfft the guy was probably sexting the baby sitter or something. He puts down the spear cautiously before causing another crash, and lies on his side, admiring the landscape Anarcadia has to offer, facing the orange blue oceans, beautiful, albeit that car accident down there Atticus caused… not so sweet.
Taking his hand and scouraging through his pocket he pulls out his IPhone and earphones, connecting the jack in to his phone, he goes on to swipe away the lock screen, tap through menus and play his wide variety of music. This sounds good.—I Surrender— Putting his phone back in his pocket, he goes on to hear his music and feeling the world go away.
Loud bongs echoed out from the clock tower, causing the birds there to fly off from instinct, vibrations shook the whole tower from the high decibels that were created. The rumbles didn’t disturb Atticus since he goes up here every day, it doesn’t really faze him.
“Hmm? Six already?”
Close to being sunset, the ambience of tweeting birds traveling in flocks, and the roaring murmur of pedestrians walking around the city. Atticus laying back on one of the highest clock towers this place has to offer. The view was amazing, being able to see the endless buildings, parks; monuments all reflecting the orange light of the sun against one of the each other. Every tone and shade of this town is like a chameleon. Changing colors, such as blue in morning, orange, then black, but only being lit from the sheer mass of neon lights the city has.
Taking one of his spears he points it directly at a sun, making it reflect off and have it glimmer an orange light. Without realizing it before it was too late, the light that was reflecting off the spear went down below and blinded a driver which who crashes into a fire hydrant, having it spout water for the children to play in. Seeing the events that occurred, he looks at the smoking car without any panic. Woops…eh he’ll be alright. Ignoring the thought that he caused another accident— pfft the guy was probably sexting the baby sitter or something. He puts down the spear cautiously before causing another crash, and lies on his side, admiring the landscape Anarcadia has to offer, facing the orange blue oceans, beautiful, albeit that car accident down there Atticus caused… not so sweet.
Taking his hand and scouraging through his pocket he pulls out his IPhone and earphones, connecting the jack in to his phone, he goes on to swipe away the lock screen, tap through menus and play his wide variety of music. This sounds good.—I Surrender— Putting his phone back in his pocket, he goes on to hear his music and feeling the world go away.
Loud bongs echoed out from the clock tower, causing the birds there to fly off from instinct, vibrations shook the whole tower from the high decibels that were created. The rumbles didn’t disturb Atticus since he goes up here every day, it doesn’t really faze him.
“Hmm? Six already?”
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