*UNFINISHED*
Karrigan's feet pounded hard against the pavement in time to the music thumping in his ears. It was just after dawn and the amber sky was fringed and stitched with a few stringy pink clouds drifting silently over the city. One thing that he adorded about New York was the fact that the morning was ancient long before the sun came up and already the streets were swarming with bodies and vehicles; the yellow cabs thundering along like bumblebees, a striking contrast against the dark grey buildings towering above them. Suited and booted office workers and girls in high heels clutching take-out coffee cups moved in formations like schools of fish, so certain of where they were going it was like they had practiced weaving in and out of each other at least 50,000 times before.
However, today Kari was in a world of his own, oblivious to the noise and traffic of the world around him. All he could focus on was the repetitive thud of his pulse and the sound of blood pumping through his body. The monotonous horns and rumbling engines were lost in his even rhythm as he jogged down 49th street on his way back to his apartment.
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