Post by Aveilthé on Apr 22, 2007 16:42:38 GMT -6
OOC: Note... this roleplay is private for now. Nobody may join except Hikaru. If you post, we'll ignore ya, sorry! Thank you =)
The morning was, for once, as beautiful as an ideal day should be.
Without a cloud in the sky, the small, peaceful town of Thor had
gotten over a long, terrible storm only just yesterday. The plentiful
trees in the yards of the many houses were lush and green, and
lawns were sprouting with wildflowers. Gardens were starting
to pick back up, their gentle petals opening up to reveal brilliant
colors of crimson, light pink, and violets.
A calico cat with startlingly green eyes was watching at the perch
of a window sill of a two-story house of red brick at a bird. The
calico was hunched over, her nose against the window, never
letting her eyes stray from the hopping bird on the green yard
before the house.
Not far away, a young man had seen the cat. If a person saw him,
it would be difficult for that individual to decipher what he was
thinking, for his face was fixed and intent on that cat. Ambling
quickly to the red-brick house, he noticed that the solitairy garage
door was half-way open. The young man looked very happy
as he noticed it. Looking around in a suspicious manner, he
tip-toed to the door and fell upon his hands and knees and
tried lifting it open. It was difficult, for the garage door seemed
to be fixed and locked where it was. Apparently the door was
open for the calico cat to come and go as she pleased. That meant
that there was catfood inside. There had to be. He simply had
to get to that catfood, or risk starving to death.
The young man was perhaps seventeen or eighteen years of
age, and had a very bedraggled, disheveled look about him.
The only clothing he wore was a threadbare, dirty pair of jeans
on his legs with various holes in them, and beat-up pairs of
shoes that was falling apart. Nothing covered his back. His
back look awfully sunburnt, bruised, and scratched, not to mention
caked in certain areas with mud and dirt. His hair was filthy and
greasy, very much unkept. He looked certainly despairing.
Finally, the garage door began creaking open, so that it was large
enough for him to fit through. His frame was so thin and lanky
due to malnourishment, that it helped him to slide easily beneath
the door.
Grinning exhaustedly, the first thing that met his eyes was the
semi-darkness of the garage. A large blue SUV was parked inside,
alongside various other items, which included a red wagon on
one side, shelves, and small equipment. The raw smell of catfood
met his dilating nostrils, and he scrambled up to his feet.
His heart started to thump quickly as he searched his eyes in
the darkness for the catfood. As he walked forward, his foot
met with the red wagon. He staggered over it clumsily, and issued
a small yell, and quickly covered his mouth. If he wasn't careful,
someone inside the house would surely hear him. The last thing he
wanted was to get caught by the owners with their feline's
catfood. That would embarass him to death.
And there it was. A bag of catfood sat next to a small bowl.
He fell once again to his hands and knees and crawled towards it,
reaching out his hands to dig in the bag. He promptly started
shoveling the hard bits of nasty food into his mouth, swallowing
its disgusting fishy taste. His esophogus was complaining to him
about the nastiness of it, but he ignored it. He was so hungry, that
he could eat anything, and this would suit him for at least a day.
Perhaps he'd take the catfood with him; he was sure the owners
would buy a new bag for their spoiled rotten feline later.
The morning was, for once, as beautiful as an ideal day should be.
Without a cloud in the sky, the small, peaceful town of Thor had
gotten over a long, terrible storm only just yesterday. The plentiful
trees in the yards of the many houses were lush and green, and
lawns were sprouting with wildflowers. Gardens were starting
to pick back up, their gentle petals opening up to reveal brilliant
colors of crimson, light pink, and violets.
A calico cat with startlingly green eyes was watching at the perch
of a window sill of a two-story house of red brick at a bird. The
calico was hunched over, her nose against the window, never
letting her eyes stray from the hopping bird on the green yard
before the house.
Not far away, a young man had seen the cat. If a person saw him,
it would be difficult for that individual to decipher what he was
thinking, for his face was fixed and intent on that cat. Ambling
quickly to the red-brick house, he noticed that the solitairy garage
door was half-way open. The young man looked very happy
as he noticed it. Looking around in a suspicious manner, he
tip-toed to the door and fell upon his hands and knees and
tried lifting it open. It was difficult, for the garage door seemed
to be fixed and locked where it was. Apparently the door was
open for the calico cat to come and go as she pleased. That meant
that there was catfood inside. There had to be. He simply had
to get to that catfood, or risk starving to death.
The young man was perhaps seventeen or eighteen years of
age, and had a very bedraggled, disheveled look about him.
The only clothing he wore was a threadbare, dirty pair of jeans
on his legs with various holes in them, and beat-up pairs of
shoes that was falling apart. Nothing covered his back. His
back look awfully sunburnt, bruised, and scratched, not to mention
caked in certain areas with mud and dirt. His hair was filthy and
greasy, very much unkept. He looked certainly despairing.
Finally, the garage door began creaking open, so that it was large
enough for him to fit through. His frame was so thin and lanky
due to malnourishment, that it helped him to slide easily beneath
the door.
Grinning exhaustedly, the first thing that met his eyes was the
semi-darkness of the garage. A large blue SUV was parked inside,
alongside various other items, which included a red wagon on
one side, shelves, and small equipment. The raw smell of catfood
met his dilating nostrils, and he scrambled up to his feet.
His heart started to thump quickly as he searched his eyes in
the darkness for the catfood. As he walked forward, his foot
met with the red wagon. He staggered over it clumsily, and issued
a small yell, and quickly covered his mouth. If he wasn't careful,
someone inside the house would surely hear him. The last thing he
wanted was to get caught by the owners with their feline's
catfood. That would embarass him to death.
And there it was. A bag of catfood sat next to a small bowl.
He fell once again to his hands and knees and crawled towards it,
reaching out his hands to dig in the bag. He promptly started
shoveling the hard bits of nasty food into his mouth, swallowing
its disgusting fishy taste. His esophogus was complaining to him
about the nastiness of it, but he ignored it. He was so hungry, that
he could eat anything, and this would suit him for at least a day.
Perhaps he'd take the catfood with him; he was sure the owners
would buy a new bag for their spoiled rotten feline later.
