06-24-2019, 08:06 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.2pt; line-height: 1.2; letter-spacing: 0.7px; word-spacing: 1px;"]HE SAUNTERED INTO THE MAIN LOBBY just as Bane started his descent down the stairs. Ros fiddled with his pocket knife in one hand and had the other in a back pocket of his jeans, dark eyes once hollow pooled with vigilance and respect as they landed on the leaderâ€â€a man he'd grown to call a friend.
He'd been in Los Santos for awhile, nowâ€â€long enough to really get to know Bane, more than he'd ever bothered to get to know anyone else. He came into the group with empty eyes and nothing to fight for other than his own survival, cynical and unsure. But as much as his doubts clouded his mind, he stayed, and he was glad he did.
It was the first time in awhile he could trust someone, and the first time in what seemed like forever that he grew to respect someone.
But it was easy to respect Bane. He was very headstrong, maybe even hotheaded, but unlike many hotheads and headstrong men he'd known in the past, Bane had the ability to learn and grow. Maybe the Bane of the past was one of the young men people thought couldn't be salvagedâ€â€he would always be all teeth and gnashing and blood, foreverâ€â€but the one Ros knew was more controlled, and a man Ros was happy to have as leader ( and Ros hated being told what to do ).
Ros' lips twitched upward at the word friendly, and the look Bane passed to some of the group around them. Ros wasn't exactly friendly, but he wasn't unfriendly. He couldn't say the same for some other particular members of the group, but he also couldn't really blame them. In this world, aloofness is what kept most people alive.
A soft smile curled his lips as his gaze swept over the crowd, proud of what Los Santos was becoming. He made a mental note to welcome the newcomers later, and then turned his full attention to Bane. He strode up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently, a silent greetingâ€â€and a good job in his eyes.
He'd been in Los Santos for awhile, nowâ€â€long enough to really get to know Bane, more than he'd ever bothered to get to know anyone else. He came into the group with empty eyes and nothing to fight for other than his own survival, cynical and unsure. But as much as his doubts clouded his mind, he stayed, and he was glad he did.
It was the first time in awhile he could trust someone, and the first time in what seemed like forever that he grew to respect someone.
But it was easy to respect Bane. He was very headstrong, maybe even hotheaded, but unlike many hotheads and headstrong men he'd known in the past, Bane had the ability to learn and grow. Maybe the Bane of the past was one of the young men people thought couldn't be salvagedâ€â€he would always be all teeth and gnashing and blood, foreverâ€â€but the one Ros knew was more controlled, and a man Ros was happy to have as leader ( and Ros hated being told what to do ).
Ros' lips twitched upward at the word friendly, and the look Bane passed to some of the group around them. Ros wasn't exactly friendly, but he wasn't unfriendly. He couldn't say the same for some other particular members of the group, but he also couldn't really blame them. In this world, aloofness is what kept most people alive.
A soft smile curled his lips as his gaze swept over the crowd, proud of what Los Santos was becoming. He made a mental note to welcome the newcomers later, and then turned his full attention to Bane. He strode up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently, a silent greetingâ€â€and a good job in his eyes.
[align=center][div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 3px; word-spacing: 2px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;"]will probs be kinda slow to reply ⸺ [ dump ]