An Evening Stroll (Kamillia Engel)
Jul 5, 2013 13:57:44 GMT -5
Post by Jason Prowler on Jul 5, 2013 13:57:44 GMT -5
July 7th, 2200 hours
It was after Hammel’s Curfew of 9:00 P.M. as Jason roamed the streets of the downtown area. He’s been having trouble sleeping lately because of nightmares, mainly of war images and his brother. He had to shake it off and campus was boring at night. The weather was cooler than normal; Jason was wearing a light, dark blue jacket over a gray short sleeve shirt, slim cut jeans and a brown belt. He wanted to look nice in case he got into something fun or found somewhere to party a little. Downtown was filled with diverse buildings and businesses, most of which were closed. There were people on the streets, but not many, and the traffic must have had died down a bit since it was a late hour. Jason was munching on some chips; he became a little thirsty and was looking for a place to grab something to drink. He searched until he saw a building across the way with Velvet-Tone Coffeehouse written on up top. Crossing the street he reached the entrance, but the establishment was already closed. Jason looked at the hours of the business imprinted on the door, Weekdays 7A.M. – 5 P.M., man Vermont was beginning to suck; even on a military base you could get tea or coffee at night.
Jason let out a sigh of defeat and continued to walk the blocks passing by a theater and book shop. He was taking in the view and noting where all these places were in case he wanted to come back. Passing a self-defense school that read Muller’s Self Defense an idea came to mind. Perhaps he’ll stop by one day to practice, he had to keep his athletic ability in top shape but he was mostly concerned with control. He continued his walk, a Black Labrador was walking on the same sidewalk headed in his direction, and it was alone. It looked young probably about a year or two old, skinny; it may have been roaming the streets for a little. Jason approached the Labrador, knelt down and placed his hands in front of it. “You lost puppy? “He asked the dog as the dog sniffed his hand a little, it seemed harmless. “I got something for you.” Jason pulled his two last chips from his bag and placed it before the dog’s snout. The dog took it with much gratitude as its tail began to wag rapidly. Jason carefully pet he puppy using all his restraint not to hurt it with his abnormal strength, he kept his hand open and stroked its coat, “that’s a good dog, now go find your home.” He knew dogs could find their way home if they were lost; he stood up and continued his walk. The Black Labrador began to follow him from behind; it wasn’t until Jason walked a block that he had a funny feeling he was being followed. Jason turned to look at the dog “I’m sorry buddy I would love to take care of you but you can’t follow me, there’s no way I can keep you at Hammel.” Jason looked at the dog and wondered what to do as it looked back at him with those puppy eyes, tail still wagging.
It was after Hammel’s Curfew of 9:00 P.M. as Jason roamed the streets of the downtown area. He’s been having trouble sleeping lately because of nightmares, mainly of war images and his brother. He had to shake it off and campus was boring at night. The weather was cooler than normal; Jason was wearing a light, dark blue jacket over a gray short sleeve shirt, slim cut jeans and a brown belt. He wanted to look nice in case he got into something fun or found somewhere to party a little. Downtown was filled with diverse buildings and businesses, most of which were closed. There were people on the streets, but not many, and the traffic must have had died down a bit since it was a late hour. Jason was munching on some chips; he became a little thirsty and was looking for a place to grab something to drink. He searched until he saw a building across the way with Velvet-Tone Coffeehouse written on up top. Crossing the street he reached the entrance, but the establishment was already closed. Jason looked at the hours of the business imprinted on the door, Weekdays 7A.M. – 5 P.M., man Vermont was beginning to suck; even on a military base you could get tea or coffee at night.
Jason let out a sigh of defeat and continued to walk the blocks passing by a theater and book shop. He was taking in the view and noting where all these places were in case he wanted to come back. Passing a self-defense school that read Muller’s Self Defense an idea came to mind. Perhaps he’ll stop by one day to practice, he had to keep his athletic ability in top shape but he was mostly concerned with control. He continued his walk, a Black Labrador was walking on the same sidewalk headed in his direction, and it was alone. It looked young probably about a year or two old, skinny; it may have been roaming the streets for a little. Jason approached the Labrador, knelt down and placed his hands in front of it. “You lost puppy? “He asked the dog as the dog sniffed his hand a little, it seemed harmless. “I got something for you.” Jason pulled his two last chips from his bag and placed it before the dog’s snout. The dog took it with much gratitude as its tail began to wag rapidly. Jason carefully pet he puppy using all his restraint not to hurt it with his abnormal strength, he kept his hand open and stroked its coat, “that’s a good dog, now go find your home.” He knew dogs could find their way home if they were lost; he stood up and continued his walk. The Black Labrador began to follow him from behind; it wasn’t until Jason walked a block that he had a funny feeling he was being followed. Jason turned to look at the dog “I’m sorry buddy I would love to take care of you but you can’t follow me, there’s no way I can keep you at Hammel.” Jason looked at the dog and wondered what to do as it looked back at him with those puppy eyes, tail still wagging.