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Post by Alistar Newgate on Apr 10, 2013 9:15:19 GMT -6
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So I'm the king
Of all these things of this mess I have made | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color: #f3f3f3;][atrb=vAlign,top]★ What A Waste What A Waste
The town stretched out before him like a behemoth infested by the parasitic fleas that was the human race. The scuttled about in all their finery thinking they had meaning and purpose, whilst the evidently superior Alistar watched them from his seat in the park. He knew what they really were, little leech like things that fed on one another, waiting for an opportune moment when they could suck another person dry, then leave them to rot in the gutter. It was fairly amusing actually, as Alistar had been the cause of that moment multiple times. It filled him with joy to see bugs getting squashed, and the triumphant bug then running away with a shine in its eyes, happy that it was now a few silver richer.
It was around midday, the sun was shinning the birds were singing, and children ran around with their toys, enjoying a nice april afternoon. However to Alistar it was quite different. Children, ridden with germs and filth ran around, birds full of all kinds of horrible diseases, and the warmth that helped maggots to hatch in ripe corpses, or shit, or wherever those disgusting flies decided to plant their spawn.
A ball came rolling over to Alistar from an unknown direction, a small child walked over to him to talk it back. He smiled and stood up, picking up the ball as he did. "This is your ball?" The child nodded. Alistar's grin turned malicious, he dropped the ball and kicked it while still in midair. It went spiralling into the top of a tree. He laughed at the child unhappiness, tears began to fill her eyes, Alistar watched them roll down the little girls cheek and slapped a knee. This was really too easy.
"Leave filth, I'm busy." Alistar opened up a newspaper that he had brought along and began to read. The day seemed to have picked up a bit after all. That was at least something to be happy about.
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Post by myles foxwood on Apr 10, 2013 15:11:43 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=vAlign,top] words 000 · tags Alistar notes Hope you don't mind if I pop in! C: Myles didn't usually go to the more expensive, upperclass parts in a city. He looked a bit out of place, which wasn't particularly good when you got most of your money from pickpocketing and theft. He didn't want to stand out. However, he was curious about the place. The capital was gorgeous.. in some areas, dirty in others. The difference between the classes was obvious just walking through the city, watching the children work in the factory then the upperclass ones play with balls in the street, bicycles, even. It was .. vastly different. Myles didn't look lower class, per say, but he didn't appear like some upperclass bastard, either. He looked.. somewhere in the middle, he supposed, which earned a few sneers from the prudes around him. It wasn't like he wasn't used to it.
That was why he waited until the best moment to steal their shit, and he felt a bit better afterwards. He had yet to do so today, of course. He was just looking around for now, tucking his hands into his trouser pockets. He had always liked parks in cities. It wasn't often that they had them, particularly in ones so committed to the factory industry, with the smog floating above the city, somehow drafted away from the upperclass homes in the upper east end of Osiq. The sky was mostly clear with patches of fluffy clouds, white without a hint of gray, and thusly, he assumed, with no rain, for the time being. He preferred the rain, but this was nice too. He liked the occasional breezes to take away from the warmth of the sun, a chilly relief to avoid getting too hot, even while running around and playing. He watched a little girl kick a ball quite far from herself, and a tall man picked it up.
He looked at first like he'd give it back, but it didn't turn out that way. He dropped it, kicked it midair (which was actually quite impressive) then laughed. What the hell was the point of that? Myles' curiosity was piqued and he approached the crying little girl and the laughing man. She left when he instructed her to. 'Filth'. Damn, harsh much? She went crying to what he supposed was her older sister. She looked too young to be a mother, but who knew, with people these days, and their potions and magics. "I hate it when they cry," he commented lightly, brows furrowing as he kept his green eyes on the girl that was quite a ways away now. "Sounds like a damned harpy." He was curious about him. Did people usually do that to children? Maybe lower class kids, sure, but upperclass? It was odd. |
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Post by Alistar Newgate on Apr 10, 2013 16:29:28 GMT -6
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So I'm the king
Of all these things of this mess I have made | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color: #f3f3f3;][atrb=vAlign,top]★ What A Waste What A Waste
Having been used to people having their eyes on him a lot, and from many different directions, Alistar could tell that someone was observing him. Not just him either but the entire park, the observer seemed not like a spy, or an assassin, or even a man trying to sell him some goods of some sort. He seemed like a rather plain, boring, man. This, however, did not sit well with Alistar, he disliked having people watch him, or his activities. Observation bred intrigue, and curiosity, and these were bad qualities for a man like him. Of course it was perfectly natural for him to be curious, but for others? For others to be curious was irritating, it got on his nerves. This observer was beginning to test his patience.
Alistar licked his finger and flicked a page of the newspaper. The same old drivel seemed to be going on. Resistance this, outlaws that, government think that they'll, blah, blah, blah. He reckoned that if an old newspaper were dug up from the records, the same worries, the same problems, the same politics, practically everything would be the same, nothing has changed. He sighed and turned another page. His observer said something. Alistar ignored him assuming he was talking to himself. The stranger spoke a second time. "Mmhm." He didn't have time for idol chit-chat with strangers, especially not an observer like him. He detested people that stood, or sat, and just...people watched. It was weird and creepy.
"Look, Sir, do you need something. If not would you mind leaving, your very distracting, and quite irritating." Alistar folded his paper and put a hand in his pocket. A golden pocket watch came out. He flicked it open and watched as a few seconds ticked by. He looked positively irritated by the time, as though he had much preferred it to be a different time. The corner of his mouth curled up in a grimace of sorts. Time does tick slowly when your waiting on something. He had of course expected to see the observer walk away, never to bother him again, as if life would be so helpful. The man was still around, watching. It annoyed him to great lengths. In a naïve attempt to calm down, he took out his pipe and lit it. The soothing feel of a good smoke failed in soothing him one bit. Alistar narrowed his eyes at the man.
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