Post by Avaritia on Jan 27, 2010 21:43:31 GMT -5
Setting : Roughly two years ago. Somewhere in the city, nearly mid-day. Clear skies, but a bit cold due to it being early winter.
Status : Fairly open.
Quick note; the primary character I'll be using here is new and does not yet have a profile, though he likely will soon. I believe that I have the basics of his personality and appearance, however.
Sensations assaulted the boy's senses as his eyes came open. The smell of smoke; the bluish-grey sky above; footsteps and voices echoing through cobblestoned streets; the cold and uncomfortable feeling of wooden crates jabbing into his back. He breathed out slowly, watching his breath enter the air in the darkness of the alleyway.
It took a minute to come back to him, where he was. With a groan for his aching back, he gradually pulled himself up.
He was in a strange world, where it took him some months to learn the local tongue in an attempt to find answers. How did he come to be here, for one? This world was very little like his own, and it hadn't taken him long at all to figure that out, especially once he stepped into civilization. Begging women...it was unheard of in his home land.
Becoming more oriented with his surroundings, he sat up completely now, climbing on top of one of the crates. He fixed the slightly off-blue scarf that he wore around his neck, and ran a hand through his short blue-brown hair. It was still in a ponytail, although it had been made more messy than before. He pulled out the band as he got to his feet, tying what little he could back. He glanced down the rest of his slender body to ensure that nothing else was misplaced much, and once satisfied, stepped into the street, peering around at the small crowd that flowed through.
His timing was found to be bad, however, as he almost caused a man with a cart to crash. He quickly ducked back into the alley, narrowly avoiding it. "Ahh, my apologies!" he called out after the man, who may have not even noticed him in the first place, but he still felt as though he should say something.
He peered out again, and once satisfied that traffic was slow enough for him to cross, he cautiously walked across the street to stand in front of a vacant bench. "Mhatin..." he mumbled to himself, "such busy people..." He sighed again, gently, and eased down on to the wooden bench. Quietly, the foreigner watched people go by, his head supported on his hand.
This land was so strange. But, it seemed like it was his home now: he had no choice but to get used to it.
Status : Fairly open.
Quick note; the primary character I'll be using here is new and does not yet have a profile, though he likely will soon. I believe that I have the basics of his personality and appearance, however.
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Sensations assaulted the boy's senses as his eyes came open. The smell of smoke; the bluish-grey sky above; footsteps and voices echoing through cobblestoned streets; the cold and uncomfortable feeling of wooden crates jabbing into his back. He breathed out slowly, watching his breath enter the air in the darkness of the alleyway.
It took a minute to come back to him, where he was. With a groan for his aching back, he gradually pulled himself up.
He was in a strange world, where it took him some months to learn the local tongue in an attempt to find answers. How did he come to be here, for one? This world was very little like his own, and it hadn't taken him long at all to figure that out, especially once he stepped into civilization. Begging women...it was unheard of in his home land.
Becoming more oriented with his surroundings, he sat up completely now, climbing on top of one of the crates. He fixed the slightly off-blue scarf that he wore around his neck, and ran a hand through his short blue-brown hair. It was still in a ponytail, although it had been made more messy than before. He pulled out the band as he got to his feet, tying what little he could back. He glanced down the rest of his slender body to ensure that nothing else was misplaced much, and once satisfied, stepped into the street, peering around at the small crowd that flowed through.
His timing was found to be bad, however, as he almost caused a man with a cart to crash. He quickly ducked back into the alley, narrowly avoiding it. "Ahh, my apologies!" he called out after the man, who may have not even noticed him in the first place, but he still felt as though he should say something.
He peered out again, and once satisfied that traffic was slow enough for him to cross, he cautiously walked across the street to stand in front of a vacant bench. "Mhatin..." he mumbled to himself, "such busy people..." He sighed again, gently, and eased down on to the wooden bench. Quietly, the foreigner watched people go by, his head supported on his hand.
This land was so strange. But, it seemed like it was his home now: he had no choice but to get used to it.