Post by komradekrunch on Sept 6, 2010 8:18:04 GMT -6
Knut smiled as he bent down to wash his hands in a small puddle be the side of the disrepaired road. The smile was just slightly too big, masking the twisted emotions raging inside him, emotions he would ave described as violet and a very deep blue. Never again would Knut be able to look at blood the same way, he had read about it in his books, it delivered life giving oxygen to all the parts of the body. This was different, this blood wasn’t giving life anymore...this blood had the essence of life forcibly removed from it. Swirls of crimson mixed with the dull browns of the mud as his sisters blood cleared from his hands. “Smile,” he thought, “just smile and the world smiles with you.” He took a moment to look at the world around him. It did not appear to be smiling in fact it was almost nothing like in his books… Knut took a moment to check the date on his pocket watch. “Hm…” he said aloud to no one, “at this time of year…with the suns position at that angle…” He pulled out an atlas from his satchel. “I must be somewhere around here and he jabbed his finger towards a small dot that read, Chicago. He took another moment to examine the world around him. “This is nothing like the architecture I read about…” he said sounding slightly disappointed. He splashed some of the murky water onto his clothes washing away his sister’s blood as best as he could.
His father had died not twenty minutes ago and his sister, or what was left of her, had died at his own hands shortly thereafter, but that was far from his mind now. He did not understand death although he had witnessed the individual death of each of his family members. To him they were just gone. Somewhere else. Death made about as much sense to Knut as these towering estates that now dominated his view so smile, always smile. Knut had never before seen a skyscraper let alone a four story building, which is exactly why he started heading towards the towering monoliths in the distance. His father had only let him read the classics and there had never been any mention of skyscrapers in those books. “I bet whoever lives there has a lot of money…so he must know father,” he said out loud to himself for the second time but this was not out of the ordinary for him as he was the only person he had had to talk to for the last couple of years since his father had stopped talking to him.
Knut wiped his hands off on his pants; he was wearing a sort of regal outfit and he didn’t know how he felt about getting it dirty but he was sure someone around here who knew his father owned a washing machine.
His family may have emigrated from Britain years ago but they had always still considered themselves part of the aristocracy and as such dressed accordingly. This was the reason that he was now wearing a light green coat with yellow trim over a darker green vest with even more trim but in white and all of this was over a white button up shirt. He may have gotten away with this by passing off as a person headed out for a nice evening but the blue pants and white cape gave him the appearance of a crazy person in the midst of this run down city.
A slight wind rippled the Knut’s cape and he started walking towards the behemoths in the distance radiating a silvery yellow glow. “They’ll know my father. I’m sure of it”
((OOC: This is a direct continuation of his history and is in fact the rp sample I used in my application. To understand what just happened read the history section of Knut's application))
His father had died not twenty minutes ago and his sister, or what was left of her, had died at his own hands shortly thereafter, but that was far from his mind now. He did not understand death although he had witnessed the individual death of each of his family members. To him they were just gone. Somewhere else. Death made about as much sense to Knut as these towering estates that now dominated his view so smile, always smile. Knut had never before seen a skyscraper let alone a four story building, which is exactly why he started heading towards the towering monoliths in the distance. His father had only let him read the classics and there had never been any mention of skyscrapers in those books. “I bet whoever lives there has a lot of money…so he must know father,” he said out loud to himself for the second time but this was not out of the ordinary for him as he was the only person he had had to talk to for the last couple of years since his father had stopped talking to him.
Knut wiped his hands off on his pants; he was wearing a sort of regal outfit and he didn’t know how he felt about getting it dirty but he was sure someone around here who knew his father owned a washing machine.
His family may have emigrated from Britain years ago but they had always still considered themselves part of the aristocracy and as such dressed accordingly. This was the reason that he was now wearing a light green coat with yellow trim over a darker green vest with even more trim but in white and all of this was over a white button up shirt. He may have gotten away with this by passing off as a person headed out for a nice evening but the blue pants and white cape gave him the appearance of a crazy person in the midst of this run down city.
A slight wind rippled the Knut’s cape and he started walking towards the behemoths in the distance radiating a silvery yellow glow. “They’ll know my father. I’m sure of it”
((OOC: This is a direct continuation of his history and is in fact the rp sample I used in my application. To understand what just happened read the history section of Knut's application))