Hey guys, this is Rhobin_Hud, here with hopefully my first fanfic. Ive been thinking about maybe starting to upload a story, and finally found enough courage. Tell me what you think of this little bit, if its written well or if not. Let me know. Thanks all :)
The night time air was crisp, with the smell of oil and construction, of the inner city. It was mid fall, right before thanksgiving break. Reds and oranges could be seen everywhere. The atmosphere was one of happiness and pleasure. For most. One man stood alone, leaned up against the wall. He looked normal, for a man of his stature and status could. His garments were ripped and worn, but not in tatters. He looked as if he was waiting for something, but what could it be? Drugs? Women? Companionship? Slowly, he lifted his cupped hands up to his face, and looked as if to light a cigarette. However, there was no cigarette, but if one looked closely, they would see tiny flames, barely alight, dancing across his palms. Suddenly, as if spurred by a stray thought, his hands fell and his face rose. While not entirely audible, if one were to listen to him closely, amid the bustling of the city, they would hear him murmur two words.
"It's time"