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| The Little Alleys; Just a bit o' wandering, more open than usual | |
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| Topic Started: Thursday, 30. October 2014, 23:42 (235 Views) | |
| Rust | Thursday, 30. October 2014, 23:42 Post #1 |
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Propah Naugh'y
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It's not the polite thing to do to go out in public when you smell like hot garbage and look like months old roadkill. Oh, and how it amuses me so that I have no power to change any of this. When the choice is not yours, the playing field is restricted to but a few tight avenues. That's when you can really be creative. Present me with a blank canvas and I have no clue what to do with it. Do I paint some nice landscape portrait, like Hitler was so fond of? How about some My Little Pony fan art? The good kind. Or go just beside that and defile the eyes of any poor soul who looks upon my creation by engineering a true abomination. Why not all three! My very existence is a blemish on the canvas of the world. A shitestain on that nice white surface. That's all beside the point, tho'. Pointless rambling. I have an outline to work with, at least. With the rough sketch all around me, I can make something beautiful in my own sunken eyes. But at least I'm sticking to the alleyways. Down there in the corner, where your eyes might just glaze over the fact. Anyone gets to close to breach me little personal masquerade and I just shiv 'em, dump 'em in the sewer grate right over there to clean up later. I like the fresh air, really. Even I don't wanna be cooped up in a broom closet with only Rust to keep me nostrils company for the rest of eternity. I honestly do empathize with others in this regard. Doesn't mean I really care how they feel. I just understand them, however little that is. I want them to come closer, I do. Just for a bit of fun. Is that so much to ask for? The bones of a rodent being crushed echo along the brick-made walls I meander through. I make not-so-quiet little slurping sounds as I have my snack, as well. Morning tea for this Nosferatu. I want someone to take notice, have a little nosey look. Londoners might not fall for it, but maybe a foreigner will be daft enough to fall for the trap. Tasty little foreigners. Haven't had Indian in a while. The spicy stuff. It still goes right through me. How does that work, you ask? I leave that up to your imagination, dearie. *Slurp* *Crunch* I'm not really Obfuscating, not well at least with all the noise being made. A passing glance might suffice. I'm not all that hungry, either. Just wanna have a chat. At the lip of a random alleyway in the heart of Anarch grazelands. |
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