a king's sword [kingston & the sword | day 1]

The stars do not dance quite yet; the sky remains a beautiful hue of blue with a twinge of pinks starting to come in. He's been moving alone; quietly with no direction for what must've been hours already. In Three, he'd have given up on finding somewhere to reside. Too many times has he spent a night locked in some closet where wires and tools and his computer would reside. Days spent staring at endless lines of different windows and keys. A dance of code being the only use he's had, but now he's here. Left in the ruins of a deserted creepy town.

Emptiness as far as his eyes can see, but there's always a catch. Stone eyes stare around him. People watching him from their tombs; ghosts stuck on this plane of existence and he's just waiting for the gamemakers to show all of them that these statues will move. He fucking knows it's going to happen. Creepy stone forms of people that just reside everywhere, he can't help the shiver on his back. Unusually quiet, he doesn't like the way he finds a new statue every step he takes.

There has been no cannons yet. No one's died yet. Statistically, he knew this would mean blood for the next day. For now, he needed to collect everything he could and be ready for whatever was going to come his way. "God, not another one!" Jumping in surprise at the statue in front of him, he pulls his axe back and steps around the woman. Her eyes of stone seemingly still normal. Only after a few more paces is when he notices something just glittering. A rock. The hilt of a blade sticking out of it ever so slightly, he watches with confusion and awe. A trap. It absolutely had to be a trap. The gamemakers were sneaky every year.

"I swear if I pull this and some bullshit happens, so help me..." Rolling his eyes, he can't help to catch the plague. C. A. B. Cab? Was it name? A thing? He didn't know. Instead, he thought about fairytales. Knights and kings. The way knights would lift swords up in honor of someone; instead he steps forward, smiles to no one in particular as he speaks. "Kind of ironic that I'm pulling a sword out of stone. Y'know, Kingston and all of that."

A single pull, he yanks wondering if he's making good screen time.