Petrol Blomquist || D9 || WIP
Aug 24, 2014 1:33:50 GMT -5
Post by Death on Aug 24, 2014 1:33:50 GMT -5
s c r e w t h e r u l e s
I g o t n o t h i n g t o l o s e
c a l l m e a f o o l
b u t I g o t n o t h i n g t o p r o v e
You notice him out of the corner of your eye at first. He's alone. All alone and looks lonely until you see the far-away look in his eyes and reconsider your assertion.
Plus, it's nighttime. And he's a large bloke.
What you don't know is that his name is Petrol. His name is Petrol and he's only 17 but he has the face of someone in his mid-to-late twenties. He's always looked and felt older, somehow. Like his clock ticks faster than the other ones. He has short whiskers running along his jaw and edging up onto his cheeks, with a bit on his upper lip. His jaw is narrow, but strong and pulls into a smaller chin.
He turns over onto his side, as though he can sense you watching him in the near-darkness.
(which is crazy 'cause nobody had seen you since they'd nailed the coffin shut.)
The moon is bright and illuminates his face, making the white flesh appear to glow. But it's not actually glowing. He's sweating in the flat, nighttime air, forcing the light to reflect.
Thoughtful.
He looks thoughtful and you wonder what he's thinking about. It's dark, so you might not be able to see this, but his eyes are a mottled blue and his hair a dark brown that likes to flop over and hang in his eyes. It's longer in the front than it is in the back to help keep his neck cooler. His eyebrows look like flat, dark blurs above his narrow eyes.
Below a straight nose is a pair of lips that quirk instead of smile. They pull across his face-- pointy at the top that nearly touches his nose and rounded at the part that reaches towards his chin.
His chin reaches into a well-defined neck, which plugs into a pair of sharp shoulders that taper into a pair of pectorals and shoulder blades.
You can't see them, but his abs and pectorals are very, very well defined. He's proud of them. Worked his butt off for them and he plans on keeping them for a while longer.
I g o t n o t h i n g t o l o s e
c a l l m e a f o o l
b u t I g o t n o t h i n g t o p r o v e
You notice him out of the corner of your eye at first. He's alone. All alone and looks lonely until you see the far-away look in his eyes and reconsider your assertion.
Plus, it's nighttime. And he's a large bloke.
What you don't know is that his name is Petrol. His name is Petrol and he's only 17 but he has the face of someone in his mid-to-late twenties. He's always looked and felt older, somehow. Like his clock ticks faster than the other ones. He has short whiskers running along his jaw and edging up onto his cheeks, with a bit on his upper lip. His jaw is narrow, but strong and pulls into a smaller chin.
He turns over onto his side, as though he can sense you watching him in the near-darkness.
(which is crazy 'cause nobody had seen you since they'd nailed the coffin shut.)
The moon is bright and illuminates his face, making the white flesh appear to glow. But it's not actually glowing. He's sweating in the flat, nighttime air, forcing the light to reflect.
Thoughtful.
He looks thoughtful and you wonder what he's thinking about. It's dark, so you might not be able to see this, but his eyes are a mottled blue and his hair a dark brown that likes to flop over and hang in his eyes. It's longer in the front than it is in the back to help keep his neck cooler. His eyebrows look like flat, dark blurs above his narrow eyes.
Below a straight nose is a pair of lips that quirk instead of smile. They pull across his face-- pointy at the top that nearly touches his nose and rounded at the part that reaches towards his chin.
His chin reaches into a well-defined neck, which plugs into a pair of sharp shoulders that taper into a pair of pectorals and shoulder blades.
You can't see them, but his abs and pectorals are very, very well defined. He's proud of them. Worked his butt off for them and he plans on keeping them for a while longer.
