Post by luigi on Jun 8, 2012 20:11:45 GMT 1
He downed the glass of whisky; it wasn't enough to make him drunk as a human and it certainly was not enough to affect him now. It was familiar however, and if in this apocalyptic hell-hole familiarity was all he had then damn it, he will sit here and drink all he wanted. It wasn't that he hated being a vampire or even living in New Vegas. It was his kind of town and it provided him with all the decadence he could ever want. Women, booze, gambling, you name it.
It was more than that. The fact that even after living in this city for years, he could not find a place nor a purpose for himself. Growing up, he knew what he wanted, what was his path in life, what was expected of him. His future was set in stone and he knew how to get there. Now, he had no future. To think, only 93, and he was already bored of his new-found life and powers. He saw no future for himself, no point, no purpose and so here he was, as he was every other night, at Arabian Nights finding a way to pass eternity.
He downed his final glass, finally feeling the buzz through his system and made his way to the bookie. "Keep my winnings and double up my bet for my next match." The bookie did as he was told, informing him clearly that the odds were very much against him.
Luigi ignored him and made his way into the ring. His opponent grinned and Luigi could see the experience in his eyes. Even so, he was not one who would back down and so what if he lost the night's winnings. He would just keep coming back every night for more. He looked at his opponent and took note of every feature which annoyed him. That condescending grin, the cocky waves to the crowd. Every little thing pissed him off and he desperately wanted to wipe the smile off that face.
He thought of nothing but the fight and the rage that filled him. He imagined how he was going to pummel his opponent into pieces. Money, fighting, that was all secondary. Nothing else crossed his mind but the pure unadulterated rage that he actually could unleash. Those minutes in the ring kept the thoughts and feelings away and he had his five minutes of peace even if they all came rushing back as soon as the match ended.
It was more than that. The fact that even after living in this city for years, he could not find a place nor a purpose for himself. Growing up, he knew what he wanted, what was his path in life, what was expected of him. His future was set in stone and he knew how to get there. Now, he had no future. To think, only 93, and he was already bored of his new-found life and powers. He saw no future for himself, no point, no purpose and so here he was, as he was every other night, at Arabian Nights finding a way to pass eternity.
He downed his final glass, finally feeling the buzz through his system and made his way to the bookie. "Keep my winnings and double up my bet for my next match." The bookie did as he was told, informing him clearly that the odds were very much against him.
Luigi ignored him and made his way into the ring. His opponent grinned and Luigi could see the experience in his eyes. Even so, he was not one who would back down and so what if he lost the night's winnings. He would just keep coming back every night for more. He looked at his opponent and took note of every feature which annoyed him. That condescending grin, the cocky waves to the crowd. Every little thing pissed him off and he desperately wanted to wipe the smile off that face.
He thought of nothing but the fight and the rage that filled him. He imagined how he was going to pummel his opponent into pieces. Money, fighting, that was all secondary. Nothing else crossed his mind but the pure unadulterated rage that he actually could unleash. Those minutes in the ring kept the thoughts and feelings away and he had his five minutes of peace even if they all came rushing back as soon as the match ended.
