Post by flinn on Sept 28, 2010 4:01:27 GMT -6
Morning crept over the city like a wolf pack hunting a deer very slowly then quickly. The sun began to light up the features in the jail shadows still played in areas as the sun rose Flin slept he was good at sleeping of course and eating. He groaned as his eyes opened but nothing dawned on him the penny hadn’t dropped yet. As far as Flin was concerned he was still asleep in his cart. He mumbled something and turned over to face the wall trying to get in a comfy position but their was nothing comfy about a jail cell. A crink tormented his neck as he slept a thumping headache pounded against his forehead, his eyes where happy to remain closed of course for now.
Time slipped away the morning grew later and noise began to occur in the town outside kiddies played and parents shouted things. But still the sorcerer slept no one woke up a sorcerer at least not until you found out what they were capable of and how good they were. Flins speciality was evocations or rather the ability to control or rather try to control the elements. He mastered a lot to do with elements but the lightening thing was still a no go area too dangerous he didn’t fancy getting electrocuted again and death was a boring fellow anyway to near experience again. His eyes slowly opened and he woke up at least and groaned before wanting to roll over sleep again had he been drinking last night? He must have been to feel like that! Flin felt like the floor moved and everything else without his permission how dare it!
What happened last night then? he wondered to himself as he slowly got up and got to his feet rubbing his neck which had a killer pain to it he rubbed his eyes and drove a hand through his blonde hair he still wasn't entirely with it at this point he belched not caring if anyone else was present in the place last nights meal must have been all right and the wine must have been very good to hit him this bad he was usually very at waking up after a lot of drinking. He did best when drinking. Hobbled was a good word to describe the form of walking he did to the bars and leaned against them sticking his arms through he looked around becoming more awake now.
"Bugger!" he frowned in annoyance the worse time to be in a jail was when you didn’t know how you got their in the first place. Flin sighed this didn't look good he couldn’t quite remember which town he had wound up in either. The wine must have been very good indeed, he looked around still hobbling slightly hung over rather and noticed their had been someone present on the other side of the bars " What did I do this time?" he asked in a slightly grumpy tone or rather demanded to know.
Time slipped away the morning grew later and noise began to occur in the town outside kiddies played and parents shouted things. But still the sorcerer slept no one woke up a sorcerer at least not until you found out what they were capable of and how good they were. Flins speciality was evocations or rather the ability to control or rather try to control the elements. He mastered a lot to do with elements but the lightening thing was still a no go area too dangerous he didn’t fancy getting electrocuted again and death was a boring fellow anyway to near experience again. His eyes slowly opened and he woke up at least and groaned before wanting to roll over sleep again had he been drinking last night? He must have been to feel like that! Flin felt like the floor moved and everything else without his permission how dare it!
What happened last night then? he wondered to himself as he slowly got up and got to his feet rubbing his neck which had a killer pain to it he rubbed his eyes and drove a hand through his blonde hair he still wasn't entirely with it at this point he belched not caring if anyone else was present in the place last nights meal must have been all right and the wine must have been very good to hit him this bad he was usually very at waking up after a lot of drinking. He did best when drinking. Hobbled was a good word to describe the form of walking he did to the bars and leaned against them sticking his arms through he looked around becoming more awake now.
"Bugger!" he frowned in annoyance the worse time to be in a jail was when you didn’t know how you got their in the first place. Flin sighed this didn't look good he couldn’t quite remember which town he had wound up in either. The wine must have been very good indeed, he looked around still hobbling slightly hung over rather and noticed their had been someone present on the other side of the bars " What did I do this time?" he asked in a slightly grumpy tone or rather demanded to know.