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Post by Skye on Dec 7, 2006 19:34:36 GMT -5
Somehow managing to get off the island without a hitch, Skye made his way to Alverion and laid low for the rest of the day.
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The slow, lethargic pace of the daytime activities in Alverion were marked by two things: the number of people moving around, and the high amount of traffic that they caused. Of course, there were many possible means of getting around, but due to Alverian law, they were all banned, hence the daytime hustle and bustle. Each time of the day seemed to change the amount and flow of traffic. Morning, and there was the rush to get to work. Noon, and there was the rush to eat. Afternoon, and there was the lull of working, and then...sunset. The moment everyone seemed to wait for. As soon as the sun hit the sea, and the first neon light of the night switched on, the city exploded with released tension, and life in Alverion truly began.
This was no different for our "hero," who had been penting up the excitement of getting caught here. Now that it was nighttime, there were more people. Now that it was nighttime, he could breathe. So, wearing blue denim jeans, a white t-shirt, a vertically striped blue/white dress shirt, and sunglasses, the young man set out on the streets of Alverion...to enjoy himself.
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