So rumors had been right, as soon as Brutus reached Long Island the smells changed. He could pick out the strongest one realizing he found the pack he was looking for. Walking along the side walk with his hands in his pockets Brutus went on his merry way. Smiling at the eyes of women that lingered to long and giving a friendly nod.
Just because he liked to beat people up didn't mean he wasn't friendly. On the contrary he had a very charming personality, he was likeable indeed. Enjoying the brisk weather Brutus headed down the side walk to get a peek at the ocean. Seeing a wooden bench nearby he took a seat and rested his arms on the wood. 'Finally we made it, I'm feeling friendly already.' Marco said within Brutus. That was his buddy, his best friend and most of all the beast within him. 'Can't say I disagree with your statement. It seems a bit quiet though but maybe that's what we need.' he thought. Lifting his right hand he patted the front pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a cigarette. Then almost like a robot he slid his hand down to his dark blue jeans and looked for his lighter
Slipping the addictive habit between his lips he lit the tip and took a slow drag. Leaning forward he rested on his arms and watched the waves crash against the rocks. Funny, that reminded him of how Marco and him got along at times. One unwilling to give into the other, until they learned to live together. Brutus brushed dirt from his green V cut t-shirt and sighed, he wondered how long it would take for someone to catch him.
'Before we go through with this, does this mean no fighting at all?' Marco asked listening to Brutus's thoughts. 'I assume that we will have to take a hiatus from it. Who knows maybe it'll be like back home and there will be competitions.' he thought while taking another drag of his cigarette. Exhaling the smoke he blew large smoke rings, enjoying the quiet.
Just because he liked to beat people up didn't mean he wasn't friendly. On the contrary he had a very charming personality, he was likeable indeed. Enjoying the brisk weather Brutus headed down the side walk to get a peek at the ocean. Seeing a wooden bench nearby he took a seat and rested his arms on the wood. 'Finally we made it, I'm feeling friendly already.' Marco said within Brutus. That was his buddy, his best friend and most of all the beast within him. 'Can't say I disagree with your statement. It seems a bit quiet though but maybe that's what we need.' he thought. Lifting his right hand he patted the front pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a cigarette. Then almost like a robot he slid his hand down to his dark blue jeans and looked for his lighter
Slipping the addictive habit between his lips he lit the tip and took a slow drag. Leaning forward he rested on his arms and watched the waves crash against the rocks. Funny, that reminded him of how Marco and him got along at times. One unwilling to give into the other, until they learned to live together. Brutus brushed dirt from his green V cut t-shirt and sighed, he wondered how long it would take for someone to catch him.
'Before we go through with this, does this mean no fighting at all?' Marco asked listening to Brutus's thoughts. 'I assume that we will have to take a hiatus from it. Who knows maybe it'll be like back home and there will be competitions.' he thought while taking another drag of his cigarette. Exhaling the smoke he blew large smoke rings, enjoying the quiet.