originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]If the screaming ship wasn't enough, the yells of the man certainly caught the scientist's attention. He ran a hand through his grey hair of medium length. his skin was by no means tan, resulting in a bright white, like his lab coat. His pants were blank, along with his shoes. The man's hands were covered in metal, along with his forearms, shins and boots. He walked quietly to the area, a slight smile on his aged face. His glasses were bent out of shape, as he adjusted them with the metal gloves, where the sparking of electricity could be heard. He sat on a park bench, with his gloves sparking a newly brought out cig. He blew the smoke into a white-half formed skull. Something he hoped to learn.[/b]
Angry? Scared?
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The glare of anger that had allowed the figure's cyan eyes to look to the skies was soon returned to the ground as the screaming subsided, and the cowboy looked to the elderly man that had chosen to speak with him from the comfort of a seat. Though he appeared to be at the least middle aged, so the cowboy was willing to overlook what he believed to be laziness and pass it off as a sign of bones weakening. "Anger."
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Hm... [b]The man's grey eyes stare out towards the sky, either be it a sixth sense, or common knowledge, due to your direction of screaming. His back hunched over, causing creases in the coat as he stood. He began his walk over with a slight limp, eventually reaching a short distance of three meters away from the man. Silently, his gaze looked out over the horizon... Until he spoke up once again.[/b] Perhaps, but... That's something you can turn around. Be it into joy... [b]He paused again, to drop the lighted stick, grinding it under his foot with a "bleh."[/b] Or unparalleled rage.
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"Probably the rage, I'm pissed as fûck." The cowboy didn't lie, this was the second most pissed he's ever been in all forty years of his life, the first being the time his daughter took a bullet at the hands of a cat.