Post by MASON BRYANT on Jul 24, 2017 21:06:09 GMT -6
It’s been a long bumpy ride sittin’ back in the saddle
It’s time to get down, dirty up our knees in the battle
It’s time to get down, dirty up our knees in the battle
as sun rays peeked through his window, mason rolled over with a groan. morning was not his favorite time, by any means, but he wasn’t a person to laze around all day either. when he was up, he was up – no more going back to sleep. he felt like a zombie as he pulled himself from his bed, brushed his teeth, and found something appropriate to wear in the cool nevada air he was sure to greet outside. he had no particular agenda today so really, today’s adventures could have led him down any path. he figured it would start with breakfast thought, considering the corn flakes and pancake mix in his cupboard didn’t look all too enticing. no matter…living just outside of sin city had its perks – one of them being the great number of food joints that were open twenty-four-seven. he left his quaint, yet rather nice, studio apartment behind before heading down the sidewalk.
though mason’s motorcycle was generally his mode of transportation, he didn’t have an qualms about walking to town today, even with the chillier-than-normal temps. it was good for him – kept him in shape. then again, his job did plenty of that all on his own. he worked part time at a little jujitsu business just on the edge of town and the other half of his free time was generally spent volunteering as a big brother for less advantaged youth. surprisingly he was good at what he did, though he wasn’t quite sure how he became that way. the moves he did in his work studio came natural to him, as though he had been trained to fight since he was a child…but he didn’t remember any of it. in fact, he didn’t remember most of his life prior to a few months ago. he simply woke up one day and had a nice place to life, knew how to ride his bike, and had a great job. oh and the plush bank account was a nice addition too. he went to the doctor at one point, to see if he’d suffered from any sort of traumatic accident that would have attributed to his amnesia. but there was nothing….it was a mystery to him. it bothered him to a degree but the guy tried not to focus on it too much.
in reality, mason was lucky he engaged in such physical work. it support the poor eating habits he took part in more often than not. as he rocked back and forth on his heels in front of the display window at the bakery, he was struggling with a choice between a muffin and a bagel[somewhat healthy options], but went with a heavily frosted cupcake last minute. pair that off with a small black coffee and he was quite the happy camper. he took his breakfast outside and found himself a table just off the sidewalk where he could watch the world pass him by. if there was one thing he loved about las vegas, it was the people watching he was able to partake in. some of the strangest and most beautiful people frequented this place and he absolutely loved it. when he was lucky, he could catch one of the street performers doing their thing but today, he was simply left to watch the tourists who walked past him, enamored with the city.
now, looking upon the strapping young guy, with a cupcake frosting all over his face, it was hard to believe that he was a danger to society in any way, shape, or form. mason, however, was that classic example of why a book should not be judged by it’s cover. mason had been trained by area 51 to be a ruthless killer and ruthless killing he had done. implanted in the back of his neck was a device and if activated, he would be at the mercy of the government’s orders. it would have been a terrifying thought to anyone, particularly mason who was generally of a kind nature. however, the secret was entirely unknown to him. in fact, it was the very reason his memory had been wiped. he was quite literally a ticking time bomb – eating his cupcake one minute and quite possibly a dangerous weapon the next.
though mason’s motorcycle was generally his mode of transportation, he didn’t have an qualms about walking to town today, even with the chillier-than-normal temps. it was good for him – kept him in shape. then again, his job did plenty of that all on his own. he worked part time at a little jujitsu business just on the edge of town and the other half of his free time was generally spent volunteering as a big brother for less advantaged youth. surprisingly he was good at what he did, though he wasn’t quite sure how he became that way. the moves he did in his work studio came natural to him, as though he had been trained to fight since he was a child…but he didn’t remember any of it. in fact, he didn’t remember most of his life prior to a few months ago. he simply woke up one day and had a nice place to life, knew how to ride his bike, and had a great job. oh and the plush bank account was a nice addition too. he went to the doctor at one point, to see if he’d suffered from any sort of traumatic accident that would have attributed to his amnesia. but there was nothing….it was a mystery to him. it bothered him to a degree but the guy tried not to focus on it too much.
in reality, mason was lucky he engaged in such physical work. it support the poor eating habits he took part in more often than not. as he rocked back and forth on his heels in front of the display window at the bakery, he was struggling with a choice between a muffin and a bagel[somewhat healthy options], but went with a heavily frosted cupcake last minute. pair that off with a small black coffee and he was quite the happy camper. he took his breakfast outside and found himself a table just off the sidewalk where he could watch the world pass him by. if there was one thing he loved about las vegas, it was the people watching he was able to partake in. some of the strangest and most beautiful people frequented this place and he absolutely loved it. when he was lucky, he could catch one of the street performers doing their thing but today, he was simply left to watch the tourists who walked past him, enamored with the city.
now, looking upon the strapping young guy, with a cupcake frosting all over his face, it was hard to believe that he was a danger to society in any way, shape, or form. mason, however, was that classic example of why a book should not be judged by it’s cover. mason had been trained by area 51 to be a ruthless killer and ruthless killing he had done. implanted in the back of his neck was a device and if activated, he would be at the mercy of the government’s orders. it would have been a terrifying thought to anyone, particularly mason who was generally of a kind nature. however, the secret was entirely unknown to him. in fact, it was the very reason his memory had been wiped. he was quite literally a ticking time bomb – eating his cupcake one minute and quite possibly a dangerous weapon the next.
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