Post by thanatos on Aug 26, 2012 22:07:11 GMT -5
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What was he even doing here?
He didn’t know.
Where’s home? He didn’t know that either. Nor did he care. His old house may have been demolished for all he knew. After he’d sold it for the profit, he didn’t care what the hell the buyers did with it so long as they didn’t contact him again. He had told himself that he wouldn’t return to this city, likely due to the annoying people that might recognize him and come demanding he repay them for whatever he probably did to them in the past, but they were nothing more than insects. Insects were small. Insects could be crushed.
Could be killed.
He had no qualms with doing just that. Now though, he would play the charade of innocent civilian. Sitting on a bench with his hands in his pockets, he had his back hunched over slightly, and his skinny shoulders rolled forward. At the moment he was a perfect example of the posture children were schooled NOT to sit in. Like he cared. Who ever schooled him about what not to do? Nobody.
His lip curled slightly, and he found his mind break from its usual quiet, though serious train of thought to something he was rather unfamiliar with – a ‘what if’ side of questioning things. He rarely thought of what could have been, only what was. Now, though, he found himself wondering something.
If I’d been brought up...differently…would I still be as royally screwed up as I am now?
[/td][/tr]He didn’t know.
Where’s home? He didn’t know that either. Nor did he care. His old house may have been demolished for all he knew. After he’d sold it for the profit, he didn’t care what the hell the buyers did with it so long as they didn’t contact him again. He had told himself that he wouldn’t return to this city, likely due to the annoying people that might recognize him and come demanding he repay them for whatever he probably did to them in the past, but they were nothing more than insects. Insects were small. Insects could be crushed.
Could be killed.
He had no qualms with doing just that. Now though, he would play the charade of innocent civilian. Sitting on a bench with his hands in his pockets, he had his back hunched over slightly, and his skinny shoulders rolled forward. At the moment he was a perfect example of the posture children were schooled NOT to sit in. Like he cared. Who ever schooled him about what not to do? Nobody.
His lip curled slightly, and he found his mind break from its usual quiet, though serious train of thought to something he was rather unfamiliar with – a ‘what if’ side of questioning things. He rarely thought of what could have been, only what was. Now, though, he found himself wondering something.
If I’d been brought up...differently…would I still be as royally screwed up as I am now?
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TAGS Murk as PearlCOUNT 250 NOTES YOU ARE A LUCKY DUCK. YOU GET A FEELS THANATOS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW RARE THAT IS
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and make me new inside
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