relic
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When life give you lemons, toss the lemons and bail
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Post by relic on Jul 3, 2013 18:53:39 GMT -5
The mundane was frequently repetitive in the many towns of fiore. In the early hours, people can usually cherish the familiar comfortability of daily routine, creatures of habit that we favour structure to be enrolled in our daily lives, a belief in a system to ward of misdoings and wrongdoings and it succeeded. For a time anyways. However cometh unpredictability, an element of something foreign in design, a creature of unexpected proportions to escape fiction and imagination to appear/ shamble under the luminance of the sun and over the death toll it exceeds in its wake.
‘’…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And their Music shall untune the sky’’ John Dryden
The wood flooring shrieked as a substitute, as groans had already been acquired by the occupant currently pressuring down on the wood with each irregular footstep. The protests of complaints, the floors boards and the occupant go on-aware or disregarded to the street outside and the occupants below and above the dingy small apartment which even before noon the curtains were still drawn shut and only a dull light penetrated a gape in the curtains to attempt to avert the grouping darkness within. A creature groaned and motioned its position to the noise and life outside which penetrated its desolate occupancy. The town in the busy hours, usually from morning until night when people’s lives were propelled from their beds to provide, usually provide the dinner table with something decently eatable to eat and like so many of those unfortunate people something else was hungry too.
The creature moved further toward the window, noise from the street attracting this creature’s steps. The main accessible entrance to this apartment was a endurable looking door, shut tight within its frame within the walls and barring the creature inside. Conversations and various noises outside drifted up to this elevated room, continuing to the window, whether aware of the window ledge and the steep fall past it the creature made no alteration in its pace or preparations to safely protect itself but continued steadily to the windows ledge.
The street below was unaware and vulnerable to what was going to happen next. A moan escaped the creatures lips while its head slowly surfaced from the interior of the room, the creatures features could looked ragged and dreary as it looked down at its unsuspecting victims. ‘’work’’ it sighed begrudgingly pulled its head inside again closing the window down behind it, shutting out a volume of the noise of the street and while doing so it opened the blindes also. ‘Bright light bright light’ he inwardly complained while his eyes adjusted Now in a semi lit apartment room and barely dressed stretched Ryusei, a 24 year old male, a good age to be as lifes pressure is off, as it is an age when a person loses all potential. ‘’work’’ was a sigh again before doing the morning’s struggle to prepare for it. When appropriately fully clothed, Rysei fiddled with a pair of glasses ontop of the kitchen table just adjacent to his bedroom or similarly a closet with bare essentials with the exception of moving space. It was a lack luster performance of equipping his glasses no jazz or snazzy way for it to spring ontop of his nose or dramatic pose beforehand, it was common place regular daily manoeuver placing the fragile accessories in place, expensive enough for what he was getting paid in the Rune knights or tight wad knights. The wage was steady and one of the things that had attracted him towards the work. Fitting in his shoes, he done up the straps and left out the door having to pull the door a couple of times to make it close properly though nothing short of a decent kick would send the door of its frame and into the room. And to what?! People living in an abode such as this would usually have nothing much to take and then little of their self-respect to accommodate themselves in this decrepit cesspit. What was little of Rysei’s wealth was sitting the top shelf of the fridge as a half empty jar of jam and the rest of it spread across a piece of toast in his hand he was eating as breakfast when leaving his apartment.
Work doesn’t officially start until he clocked himself in though his progress to head quarters was waylaid by some areas of commotion. Guessing it as simple domestic arguments, traffic collisions or the like Ryusei paid no mind and apparently plenty of Rune Knights were running around so they would be well delt with and besides, he wasn’t officially clocked in and he was currently not obliged to do pro bono services.
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