Snippet #2062820

Anders "Agony" Anderson

Anders sat on the front steps of his flat, playing with his guitar as usual. a few of the more friendly neighbors had gathered around to watch him play, and chat with each other. he sat gazing off into space, not really paying attention to any one conversation, playing no particular tune. the relative peace of the neighborhood was shattered by the sudden roar of dirt bikes racing up the street. Anders growled in disgust as his next door neighbors went racing up the street. Apparently they noticed as the began to slow up. After talking for a few seconds they turn their bikes around and park their bikes in front of Anders's house. He glares at them but continues playing, knowing that if they want something they will inevitably and annoyingly speak up about it. they walk up to his porch, without saying a word and stand listening to him play. then suddenly one of them reaches out and tries to pull the Guitar away from Anders. Anders pulls the guitar out of his grasp and sends a kick at his face. he watches the one who tried to grab the guitar fall back in pain, the other speaks up "what the fuck dude, he was just looking!"
"yeah, looking, aggressively, with his hands" Anders spits back sarcastically, he opens the door behind him and leans the guitar against the wall as carefully as he can without taking his eyes off the two. when he is done he lets the door close and glares at the one still standing, daring him to make a move with his eyes. Anders smiles as, the moron rather predictably tries to tackle him. rather than side stepping it Anders steps into it and floors the idiot with a sharp knee to the face. The two morons struggle to get up and stumble back to their bikes. "hope you crash" Anders mutters just loud enough for the onlookers to hear, as the two idiots mount their bikes and shakily drive them back to their house. he shakes his head and goes inside to put away his guitar. he closes the case to his guitar and heads to the kitchen. He fills his tea kettle with water then sets it on the stove to boil. Grabbing a coffee mug, he sits down at the kitchen table and waits. A knock comes from his front door, as he gets up to answer it the door opens and three Renegade soldiers step in side. Anders suppresses a look of surprise, and lazily greets them from the kitchen. "hello, I just put the kettle on, would you care for some tea?"