Vagabond
Mark Maxwell
hmmm should i help?....... nah.. they can handl- whoa that guy was huge.. huh? *he looks down, away from his binoculars looking at the HQ, to his right leg and sees a little boy tugging at his pants*
What is it kid?
*the kid looks up at him with these bright eyes, they glisten from the light of the sun, chewing on the collar of his shirt*
My ball... it went ova there.. *points somewhere but Mark doesn't pay attention*
Sorry kid can't help you... whoa where you going?.. *the kid was just about to head towards the Yakuza building and then he looks over to the gate, and sees a small blue ball just at the ruined door*
I want my ball... *Mark sighs and picks up the kid in his arms*
Look kid you can't go over there... that's for grown-ups, special grown-ups.... come on i'll buy you a ball... How old are you? *the kid shows him four small fingers from his right hand, while he sucks his thumb on the other*
this many.... *Mark chuckles lightly*
Ok kid.. come on let's go get you a new ball to play with... just hope when i come back the whole place hasn't gone to its knees... *sighs getting off from the wall he was leaning on, looking at the HQ, from under his sunglasses, he starts to walk away down the block, his gaze slowly drifting from the ruined Yakuza Building*
((couldn't think of anything else))
((Oh... kay... but the sun is not up))
((dang... made a mistake already.. that's sad.. lol))
*after having bought the kid the ball, he's sitting down at a stoop of a building across the street from the HQ, looks down at the kid sleeping and smiles, then looks back at HQ, yawns a bit himself*
Damn.. can't fall asleep..
