Political booms and an arrow in a crazy cat (CLARA
Dec 10, 2013 14:09:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 14:09:21 GMT -5
The shouting was what drew him there. He hadnt been able to make it back to America, of course that didn’t mean there wasn’t enough excitement here in Liverpool . Whites eyes searched the street he stood at the corner of. People stood, raising their fists in defiance, some with they’re faces covered with bandanas, others dawned in the masks of their hero and Icon V. Some still took it farther then just yelling incoherently. Signs are raised, bullhorns were on, political slogans and speeches ringing from them. They wore black, the colors of defiance and rebellion. Colors he had longs since left, instead he wore a white leather trench and while shirt and cargo pants. A bit flashy but it was something new he was trying. It mad him feel better, happier even yet this crowd was angry and from what he could tell, there would still be more to come. This was more than just a street corner protest, these people were whipped into a frenzy by what they saw as unfair, and what was worse was this wasn’t anything new to the Time Lord. This was what his life once had been.
White watched for a moment, waiting to see if he could hear one of the speakers, maybe by that he could tell exactly what was going on, maybe even figure out if his newer self should even join….No he couldn’t do that, that was not his way anymore. He had driven his own son into doing things like this for the good of others….for the good of the future. Yet what had it gotten him…dead. Lochlan was dead and so was everyone else he had once loved…well except 8….but that was out of protection. Either way this was something he needed to stay away from…to stay back from and not be apart of…..Of course that was before….the large group of black armored and Police carrying Riot shields and batons showed up.
“Ahh hell.”
White watched for a moment, waiting to see if he could hear one of the speakers, maybe by that he could tell exactly what was going on, maybe even figure out if his newer self should even join….No he couldn’t do that, that was not his way anymore. He had driven his own son into doing things like this for the good of others….for the good of the future. Yet what had it gotten him…dead. Lochlan was dead and so was everyone else he had once loved…well except 8….but that was out of protection. Either way this was something he needed to stay away from…to stay back from and not be apart of…..Of course that was before….the large group of black armored and Police carrying Riot shields and batons showed up.
“Ahh hell.”