Sanus Paean
Jun 21st, 2003, 12:27:34 PM
He entered the bar and grill, walking with a slight swagger, but not the swagger of say, someone who just won a fight, or a ladies man. It was slow and deliberate, as though the walker was trying to call attention to himself.
Which wouldn't be hard considering his physical build, he was a mere 5 feet 6 inches tall and sorta stout looking, like it'd take a bulldozer to move him if he didn't want to leave. Also his short brown hair was plain, but seemed to fear being anywhere near his ears, which gave him an oddly Cizerack-ish appearence. Then there where his eyes, which, well, no one at the moment (or any other time) could see through almost closed eyes.
He went, and half-fell, half-tripped, into a (possibly) empty booth.
Which wouldn't be hard considering his physical build, he was a mere 5 feet 6 inches tall and sorta stout looking, like it'd take a bulldozer to move him if he didn't want to leave. Also his short brown hair was plain, but seemed to fear being anywhere near his ears, which gave him an oddly Cizerack-ish appearence. Then there where his eyes, which, well, no one at the moment (or any other time) could see through almost closed eyes.
He went, and half-fell, half-tripped, into a (possibly) empty booth.