- ＡＲＣＨＥＲ ＷＥＳＴＯＮ
archer finally heard the sounds of the fight drifting off into the hot arizona air and he smirked, sticking his cancer stick back in his mouth and sucking in the nicotine before exhaling again. quietness gained its form and he formed his wrapped and bloody hand into a shaking fist as he sat there. he hated silence. silence, is what got him here. sweat dripped down his forehead and he shook his head angrily before sticking the cigarette back in his mouth.
deciding he needed to breathe in that hot sticky arizona air he stood and sucked in one more swig of nicotine before finishing it up and walking outside, throwing the put out butt on the hot sandy terrain. he shoved one of his no longer shaking hands into his leather jacket pocket and reached into his packet of cigarettes and pulled another out, lighting it then walking around the area for a bit, exhaling the smoke again as sweat formed on his semi-tan skin. his original plan for being here?; make no contact with others, and try not to die. he knew one was inevitable. as he stuck the cig back in his mouth, it seemed only right as he bumped into a female who seemed to be wandering like himself. he fell to the ground swiftly and with luck saved his cigarette. he sighed with relief at this then looked up and held back the rude comments or opinions as he looked at her... or, tried to at least "hey, watch it!" archer snarled angrily then stuck his cigarette back in his mouth and looked down at his wrapped hand and adjusted the blood stained wrapping.
[By the way, he ran into Addison]
deciding he needed to breathe in that hot sticky arizona air he stood and sucked in one more swig of nicotine before finishing it up and walking outside, throwing the put out butt on the hot sandy terrain. he shoved one of his no longer shaking hands into his leather jacket pocket and reached into his packet of cigarettes and pulled another out, lighting it then walking around the area for a bit, exhaling the smoke again as sweat formed on his semi-tan skin. his original plan for being here?; make no contact with others, and try not to die. he knew one was inevitable. as he stuck the cig back in his mouth, it seemed only right as he bumped into a female who seemed to be wandering like himself. he fell to the ground swiftly and with luck saved his cigarette. he sighed with relief at this then looked up and held back the rude comments or opinions as he looked at her... or, tried to at least "hey, watch it!" archer snarled angrily then stuck his cigarette back in his mouth and looked down at his wrapped hand and adjusted the blood stained wrapping.
[By the way, he ran into Addison]
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
. 
. 
