Post by Roma on Nov 22, 2015 21:56:19 GMT
I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash.
And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.
And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.
Like every day since the cataclysm the days were blending together and seamlessly appear as though nothing has changed. But that isn’t true because the fact remains that everything changed on that day. Roma was stuck, inhibiting this body in this world without actually being capable of doing anything about it. Needlessly he had to do a few hundred other things in life or else this was going to just get worst. It was all he could think about most nights before falling asleep but in the end the nights sufficed to put him to sleep.
He however slept soundly the night before, a night not like most and especially better than others as he merely doddle about getting out of bed. He eyed the ceiling, breathing the intakes and outward breaths in a rise and fall fashion, the air escaping past his lungs and through the system in cool intellect. It wasn’t all bad but some days were much better than others one could say. He merely had to remember that he was going to make it out of here one day and not let it destroy him before he could get out. That was the necessity, the goal, the purpose for what he was doing.
Slowly getting out of bed, rolling his neck and stretching his arms he put on the clothing necessary. The long blue pants, the white undershirt tucked in and the blue over coat to fit. This was finished by the black shoes and now he was set to put forth the day in a peace of his mind. To train, not train, do whatever and however it was possible. It was after all a time of beginnings. Perhaps he could finally meet some people to at least get to know well enough that he no longer cowered in life. However as relative as it is, it isn’t anything he already didn’t know about.
This place, life, all of it slowly was getting to him but the only question on mind was simply, what was he to do about it? The walking about outside wasn’t bad, mostly met by the occasional breeze and such but it wasn’t what he could say was a bad kind of life. No, the place here was better because he could at least enjoy outdoor weather unlike in the other world. All of these things though, they troubled his mind more than he would ever let on but didn’t they bother everyone? His thoughts just keep racing like this all the while moving through the crowded districts of Londinium.
What was he to do, in this world or the next, it was a continual loop of a question that pounded and racked his brain for details. He didn’t understand that this life was also one to be precious off, why did it have to be this way though? Precious things die and yet also come to life didn’t they? It is what made them precious but he merely treated this place like it was dirt and so he was dirty for the fact of it. It had to change, all of it had to change at some point, but he didn’t have the necessary findings, thoughts, or skills to do the changing necessary.
It was up to the ones on the bigger spectrum, the individuals whom held more promise here than he could obtain currently, just what was he after though? Was it power so that he could change what was ahead of him, charisma to influence others to aid him, or was it something even more basic than that? Whatever it was, it dragged on his mind like it was the only thing he could think about. It was so troubling that he wasn’t paying attention where he walked, his body happening forwards. It was a less crowded area but now that he was here he didn’t realize it until he ran into someone…
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MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
What people do usually feel at these situations?
