Crimson Cobra standing befuddled, his thoughts are as mixed as the oil liquid and water that mix into the ocean in an oil spill. What has happened? His mind unable to guide him on the correct path to clarity. How could something so dark, deep, and depressing happen. This was not supposed to happen, not to him. Something like this hasn't happened since the camping incident that Crimson will never EVER speak of. The only way of escaping the pain is to fight it, feelings are for the weak, and Crimson Cobra, he is not a weak guy. Mind, body, and spirit are all connected as one powerful force combined in the snake.
Someone is scene walking into Crimson Cobra's locker room and inside there is a small back and fourth slightly herd though the walls but is a lot easier to hear on the inside.
.:+Crimson Cobra+:.
No, no, no! your opinion has no meaning to me. You have no meaning to me, hell I don't even know who you are so hows about scooting on out of The Crimson locker before I give you a ride down the serpent sea?
The man wearing a headset, holding a clipboard with papers telling him what to do on it, quickly rushes out of Crimson Cobra's locker room and begins to run down the hall not looking back in fear of the stealthy Cobra being right behind him.
.:+Crimson Cobra+:.
I want everyone here to know that I will be out jumping, out leaping, and out lasting ever single person that attempts to step in my way of reclaiming what is rightfully mine!
Crimson drops back to the floor where he was before all of the interruptions and he begins to drop low to the ground and push him self up then back down and up again repeating this process until his arms start to shake, a quick rest while his arms are extended before dropping a final time and then rolling over. Crimson's stomach feels uneasy as he thinks to him self "
I should probably get some more fluids in me."