Post by Zeke on Jun 29, 2016 5:58:16 GMT
A aroma of faint smoke clouds, from the industrials buildings, known to be here around Londinium District. As if the weather was like a paintbrush, covered with white paint, the snowflakes would press against Zeke’s skin in an attempt to cover him up; hiding him from the world. As the gentle feeling of the snow would calm him, with only his traditional samurai armor (leather armor), he’d also shiver.
Zeke would dim his head slightly, pushing his chin to his neck to keep warm, as his eyes would look up, focusing on the orange, yellow and red mix which we know as fire. Taking faint short breaths happening in two second intervals, he would then look around slowly, monitoring the area for the best options to find warmth. He’d then remember what he had read recently.
“Kindness is like snow, it beautifies everything it covers, I remember that quote, though what she’s said seems to be complete and utter lies. What he did believe was that: Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into our minds.”
He’d notice there’d be a small fire, where the few players were gathering, they were laughing and playing games, tossing jokes at each other; making each other laugh. Zeke would grin at them, making sure they wouldn’t notice, hearing some of them shouting to each other some funny things. He’d remember when his parents would consistently bother him for what seemed to him as centuries; he needed to express himself, be free from the chores of others, and accomplish something individually.
“Labor never quits. We never give up the fight - no matter how tough the odds, no matter how long it takes. I’ll now complete the labor for the man in this world; the one who seems to adore trapping us here, to accomplish man's labor.”
Moving towards the three gentlemen that were laughing, he’d bring his attention back to his untended body; where his skins seemed to get more pale, and the blood slowly started to stop pumping throughout his body at a very slow rate. His body began to shake more ferociously, as if it was a lion in the attempt to shred it’s prey, signaling of all others in the attempt to steal it’s food.
“I’ll need to reach that fire as soon as possible, for death is a second chance but only if you’ve lived your first.”
His hands against the wall, just at the edge, almost there to turn there was a warmth that pressed against his skin. The fire’s tender heat nurtured Zeke back to his original state, as he moved closer upon the fire, the three gentlemen that were playing games would look up at him, taking a glimpse of his face before continuing on. Zeke taking a quick glimpse as they did would then head a distance of twenty centimeters East, from the fire originated in the knowledge the sun rises in the East and sets in the West, for he seeked the warmth of the sun to accompany the tenderness of the fire. He’d lay here, his eyes focusing on the park towards the north of himself, covered in snow in which people were chatting in their warm clothes at.
“It’s time; to become a stronger person, for thy person can not handle something alone.”
- (561) Words.
Zeke would dim his head slightly, pushing his chin to his neck to keep warm, as his eyes would look up, focusing on the orange, yellow and red mix which we know as fire. Taking faint short breaths happening in two second intervals, he would then look around slowly, monitoring the area for the best options to find warmth. He’d then remember what he had read recently.
“Kindness is like snow, it beautifies everything it covers, I remember that quote, though what she’s said seems to be complete and utter lies. What he did believe was that: Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into our minds.”
He’d notice there’d be a small fire, where the few players were gathering, they were laughing and playing games, tossing jokes at each other; making each other laugh. Zeke would grin at them, making sure they wouldn’t notice, hearing some of them shouting to each other some funny things. He’d remember when his parents would consistently bother him for what seemed to him as centuries; he needed to express himself, be free from the chores of others, and accomplish something individually.
“Labor never quits. We never give up the fight - no matter how tough the odds, no matter how long it takes. I’ll now complete the labor for the man in this world; the one who seems to adore trapping us here, to accomplish man's labor.”
Moving towards the three gentlemen that were laughing, he’d bring his attention back to his untended body; where his skins seemed to get more pale, and the blood slowly started to stop pumping throughout his body at a very slow rate. His body began to shake more ferociously, as if it was a lion in the attempt to shred it’s prey, signaling of all others in the attempt to steal it’s food.
“I’ll need to reach that fire as soon as possible, for death is a second chance but only if you’ve lived your first.”
His hands against the wall, just at the edge, almost there to turn there was a warmth that pressed against his skin. The fire’s tender heat nurtured Zeke back to his original state, as he moved closer upon the fire, the three gentlemen that were playing games would look up at him, taking a glimpse of his face before continuing on. Zeke taking a quick glimpse as they did would then head a distance of twenty centimeters East, from the fire originated in the knowledge the sun rises in the East and sets in the West, for he seeked the warmth of the sun to accompany the tenderness of the fire. He’d lay here, his eyes focusing on the park towards the north of himself, covered in snow in which people were chatting in their warm clothes at.
“It’s time; to become a stronger person, for thy person can not handle something alone.”
- (561) Words.
