07-20-2013, 11:16 PM
When the crew returned from his homeland he was surprised by what arrived with them. His father sent every item he requested and much more. In a quick note his father simply wrote, "I feel the doom upon us, carry on the family name!" Not sure what that really meant he first focused upon the ship that the crew and supplies arrived in. It was not his fishing trolley but the the boat his father had built. Built for luxury, built for speed and built for defense, this one gift gave him a cold lump deep in his heart.
He quickly dispatched the the crew to the recently purchased house, tho rundown it was quite pricey. After a few days of giving instructions for both the house and the underground he decides he need change of scenery.
Since His "home" was on the edge of the older part of the Arbat he decided to simply be himself this time. Dressed in simple dungarees and a tee shirt he went exploring.
He simply walked, always watching, he was learning the people more than the streets. Several times he felt "cold chills", odd but passing. Passing one of many Cafe' he noticed 2 women chatting with a gruff fellow in the background. Both woman held a deep beauty but in two different ways. Both was formed of art, one creates the other displays, he could suddenly feel the heat of his own tattoos. He secretly wished he was dressed nicer, then smiled a crooked smile, I am who I am. He leans against the wall close to the woman, the gruff man instantly takes a defensive stance. Nodding to him Manix remains relaxed while he dribbles out a little of his "magic".
Very quick, then he withdrawals the "magic" he heard very little, but he heard what was important "work and money". Leaning there he pucks out his pipe and tamps in some tabac, placing it in his mouth he does not lite it, just leans and wonders How long before they even see me, or should I just say hello Deciding to be the creepy spy vs scaring the women by speaking up , he waits.
He quickly dispatched the the crew to the recently purchased house, tho rundown it was quite pricey. After a few days of giving instructions for both the house and the underground he decides he need change of scenery.
Since His "home" was on the edge of the older part of the Arbat he decided to simply be himself this time. Dressed in simple dungarees and a tee shirt he went exploring.
He simply walked, always watching, he was learning the people more than the streets. Several times he felt "cold chills", odd but passing. Passing one of many Cafe' he noticed 2 women chatting with a gruff fellow in the background. Both woman held a deep beauty but in two different ways. Both was formed of art, one creates the other displays, he could suddenly feel the heat of his own tattoos. He secretly wished he was dressed nicer, then smiled a crooked smile, I am who I am. He leans against the wall close to the woman, the gruff man instantly takes a defensive stance. Nodding to him Manix remains relaxed while he dribbles out a little of his "magic".
Very quick, then he withdrawals the "magic" he heard very little, but he heard what was important "work and money". Leaning there he pucks out his pipe and tamps in some tabac, placing it in his mouth he does not lite it, just leans and wonders How long before they even see me, or should I just say hello Deciding to be the creepy spy vs scaring the women by speaking up , he waits.