Yes....a new story. And yes. It will have some things that don't make sense in the beginning. I promise it will all become clearer as the story progresses. (things like "apprenticed" and refrences to masters and what not.)
~ Asterisks (*) will appear before words that I'll explain at the end of the entry. If I fail to explain one, please tell me.
~ (') Are thoughts when used like quotation marks. Ex. 'Gotta get home soon.' No other character hears it.
~ (`) Will be used to denote whispers.
~Tsume/Karasu
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Cain
A cold wind blew as a frosty winter began. People were hurrying by, not only to escape the wind and chill, but also to avoid countless numbers of people with no where in to escape the cold. Of these countless, one roamed the streets. Cutting easily through the well dressed crowd. He stood out like a sore thumb. Unlike the clean cut, bundled people around him, he was dingy and bare in comparison. Shaggy, black hair overflowed and breached his face, covering fair skin and piercing, dark brown eyes. His clothes were nothing special. A light green t-shirt fell just over the top of his dirty, blak pants. All of this really did match the black boots.
No one knew the reason. He trudged through the crowd without a word. Probably the thing that caught everyone off guard was his apparent lack fo chill. Dressed as he was, he didn't even flinch. Not even a shiver flowed from him. This alone would have been enough to shoo people away. A second reason would present itself soon. His apperance said it all. He had no where to go and, consesuently, nothing to eat. One could find him going to work *snitching from a market, digging in the nearest dumpster or trash can, or maybe pilfering from a worker's lunch when they weren't looking. He was an *unknown, and everyone knew it.
'Gotta hurry.' He thought. 'Out of the cold. Out of view.' This unknown picked up pace as night fell. For most like him it was to aviod the deeper cold of the night. For him, a necessity of a completely different nature. 'Make it Cain! You have to!' Cursing himself, he broke into a run, crossing the threshold that was the darkness of home. The darkness of the abandoned estate. All his as long as no one found him. He and the six others who called it home.
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The end of this installment. I'm really tired.
Explanations:
*snitching: in this case it's stealing.
*unknowns: in this case a homeless person. Refering to most people avoiding them and not knowing them. Thus they are unknowns-people no one knows.
 Tsume Rokaro · Thu Jun 21, 2007 @ 05:03am · 1 Comments |
