mikado
idate
rise
clyde
atobe
ɪ’ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ . . . —
There was no point in being in the casino, such a disgusting place where people gamble their life away, typically losing thousands of dollars. Nothing is relaxing about the location, nor is it even healthy to be in. Marco inhaled the polluted air—polluted with cigarette smoke and alcohol in particular—and wheezed out a breath of air. His lungs were dying, and so was the faith in humanity he once had.
Though, maybe there was a reason. Ah yes, exploration! No no, he wasn’t going to be in the dirtied area for long, for he had plenty more to do with his time on the island. Footsteps led the young soldier to the exit, a slow walk turning into a giddy skip as he found his way out of the place.
Unfortunately, on his way out the socially inept teen hit shoulders with another person heading the other direction. Why would they want to go to the casino..?
“Oh, all there is in there are useless things that will take you no where in life! Not to mention you don’t even look old enough to be in there.” Oh, no. He was too blunt and straight-forward wasn’t he? He’s ready for the mean glare, he’ll take his punishment willingly.