Motion, Sound, HeavyMotion, Sound, HeavyThe beat builds up, thumping.My hands clench at my side, white knuckled.Teeth showing through a skewed grin.A strum of a string, a signal.War wages around me.Climbing over the masses, area packed, walls barred.Air thick as London Fog, heavy breath.I reach the battle front.With a single light at my back, blinding me from my foundation.I chant like all the others, thunderous.Everyone has the look of eagerness in their eyes.My face is no different, my body whirling.This is a drug, Adrenaline.
In the ThoroughfareIn the Thoroughfare The two girls were laughing rather raucously as they rounded the corner. One was petite and wore a high-necked plum dress that belied her merriment; while the taller donned a conservative dirndl. Both were blonde, though the taller had wanton waves rippling through her golden locks, and the difference in their eyes was the difference between sun and shade on forget-me-nots. After an unladylike snort Alice composed herself, "Stop, stop," she gasped. Smirking through lips that would shame the red red rose , Aurora spoke in a hurried but mellifluous voice, "No, no, no – I haven't gotten to the best part!" She caught her breath, both of them still smiling with flushed cheeks and twinkling eyes. "So Philip arrives absolutely drenched…" her voice trailed off once she caught sight of the spectacle in the street. Reginald Theophilus was balancing (in crane position