#p.trick

arxhani

     - - seated just past the gate of the old sionis steel mill, a heavy winter coat stolen from a penguin thug tugged over his shoulders to keep him warm - he sat in silence as he gnawed at the stale bread in his grasp. he had witnessed the drop, the spread of the white parachutes against the night sky, as well as the blaze of the explosions that left him staring to the skies with a cheer as eyes sparkled with the excitement that followed.

with that push of adrenaline, he’d killed the first one that entered his line of vision, and with the need to steal what he believed was rightfully his, he’d challenged the equally as eager penguin thug with the shards of a broken bottle.

now that he had a coat to help him through the bitter winter, a small crate of unfortunately stale bread and speaks of blood splattered across his face, he was quite content with simply sitting out of the way of those who purged in the streets with a hail of gun fire and furious screams as they fought for the last of the food that had been dropped.