Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 1:01:29 GMT -5
A lovely morning! The sun was still rising, thus casting a blue overview over the world. The birds chirping as they land on the florescent trees that were planted by a particular teenager. His home silent and dark on the inside, nothing but few glimmers of light passing by from the incoming vehicles as well streetlights that were above the sidewalks lining the roads before each home. Inside, more detail-wise, the teensger himself was sound asleep.
His breathing steady and slow. Inside his head, dreams turning and churning out ideas. Red and white spinning clockwise with a masked hero striking a series of poses. The dream making him smile on the outside, in his slumber. Within his head, the dream going on. The Hero, wearing a yellowish tunic and a bandana on his head. The bandana green and the Hero sporting a pair of jet black sunglasses.
His poses continued vividly. Beginning with one, where he stood on one foot while his other bent, close to the upright one. His hands raised and palms opened. He clapped three times before performing a Ballerina type pose, where he stood on the single foot and his other shot out straight back, his arms in opposite directions. The national flag blazing behind, gloriously.
The second pose was different. The Hero standing straight before spinning around in a 180° angle. Windmilling his arms forward as he lower down before twisting his upper body around aiming his arms to his left, hands in a knife style. Hero's legs bent as well to ensure no injury came from the exquisite strike. It was beautiful!
Rin smiled in his sleep, beginning to cheese rather hard. Being as he was already a fake hero in his daily life, it wad from his dreams that he derived the poses and formations to use in battle. The half-breed snoring some and snorting as he yawn. The dream continued.
The third pose being a quick and simple one. Hero struck a beginning pose- his right leg straight and his left bent. Right arm out toward his back and palm up with his left hand facing whoever was spectating him with his mouth open and brows arched in a cocky manner. The second phase was a windmill, his arms spinning forward as he lower himself more and more, knees bending before following into his final strike. The third and last pose having him back standing and his rear facing the person before him. His upper body bent and allowing him to use some extreme flexibility to look between his legs and have his hands come in front of his legs and fingers spread, in front of his face.
But something weird happened. Hero began..chirping? Like a bird? The peeps coming from the Unknown Hero's mouth and making Rindo raise a brow in a confused state. Why was his dream making a bird sound? His dream self moving forward to investigate the matter. The dreamy boy walking forward and imitating the Hero, doing the exact pose and..peeping. He was seriously peeping.
“...Peep-peep..? Peep peep peep..peep..?” Rindo said, pretty confused. But then, he just couldn't stand it. He had to wake up, to which he did. Sitting up in the real world and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. His mouth opening wide as he yawn heavily once again. The short dream lasted hours, as the world was awake and the sun was beaming through his window. While he'd love to give the birds outside the bird, he had to run to his desk.
“Gotta draw those poses..!” He mumbled, tired still but having the motive to draw the poses seen in his head.
His breathing steady and slow. Inside his head, dreams turning and churning out ideas. Red and white spinning clockwise with a masked hero striking a series of poses. The dream making him smile on the outside, in his slumber. Within his head, the dream going on. The Hero, wearing a yellowish tunic and a bandana on his head. The bandana green and the Hero sporting a pair of jet black sunglasses.
His poses continued vividly. Beginning with one, where he stood on one foot while his other bent, close to the upright one. His hands raised and palms opened. He clapped three times before performing a Ballerina type pose, where he stood on the single foot and his other shot out straight back, his arms in opposite directions. The national flag blazing behind, gloriously.
The second pose was different. The Hero standing straight before spinning around in a 180° angle. Windmilling his arms forward as he lower down before twisting his upper body around aiming his arms to his left, hands in a knife style. Hero's legs bent as well to ensure no injury came from the exquisite strike. It was beautiful!
Rin smiled in his sleep, beginning to cheese rather hard. Being as he was already a fake hero in his daily life, it wad from his dreams that he derived the poses and formations to use in battle. The half-breed snoring some and snorting as he yawn. The dream continued.
The third pose being a quick and simple one. Hero struck a beginning pose- his right leg straight and his left bent. Right arm out toward his back and palm up with his left hand facing whoever was spectating him with his mouth open and brows arched in a cocky manner. The second phase was a windmill, his arms spinning forward as he lower himself more and more, knees bending before following into his final strike. The third and last pose having him back standing and his rear facing the person before him. His upper body bent and allowing him to use some extreme flexibility to look between his legs and have his hands come in front of his legs and fingers spread, in front of his face.
But something weird happened. Hero began..chirping? Like a bird? The peeps coming from the Unknown Hero's mouth and making Rindo raise a brow in a confused state. Why was his dream making a bird sound? His dream self moving forward to investigate the matter. The dreamy boy walking forward and imitating the Hero, doing the exact pose and..peeping. He was seriously peeping.
“...Peep-peep..? Peep peep peep..peep..?” Rindo said, pretty confused. But then, he just couldn't stand it. He had to wake up, to which he did. Sitting up in the real world and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. His mouth opening wide as he yawn heavily once again. The short dream lasted hours, as the world was awake and the sun was beaming through his window. While he'd love to give the birds outside the bird, he had to run to his desk.
“Gotta draw those poses..!” He mumbled, tired still but having the motive to draw the poses seen in his head.