Dead Man Walking (OPEN)
Mar 14, 2012 17:34:32 GMT -5
Post by absolutelyclueless on Mar 14, 2012 17:34:32 GMT -5
~~Peter D'Amethyst~~
Peter woke from the darkness yet again to find.. oh. More darkness. Great. As Peter stood from his bed, a small beam of light shone from his bedroom door, shining upon a little trinket of his former self. By his bedside sat a small dice, barely the size of a small child's palm. As he reached for it, the door creaked open a little more as a familiar, yet so distant, voice spoke out to him.
"Hey, Pet- Oh god sake, son! Put some damn clothes on!"
Peter stood in his room entirely naked before slowly turning around to his mother, or at least what he once called mother, and smirked before the door slammed shut on him. With dice in hand, Peter threw the numbered cube across the room before getting dressed, the usual plain black tank top, black leather jacket and blackened jeans being donned in under a couple of minutes.
After a poor attempt at making breakfast, Peter walked from the front door he now considered a lodge and looked around. 5 A.M. Joggers passed by, avoiding eye-contact with the weirdo stood in the dark, while everyone else remained asleep. This was the one time Peter could truely relax..
..Well, only when he wasn't disturbed. But chances were, some career dude would feel a need to talk to him. They always do.
can't complain, i guess. They keep me from being put in the games..
But nonetheless, they aggrovated him. So as soon as he sat down outside his grandfather's door, his instincts took over. A voice began to speak, by the osunds of things it was directed at him, but before the suddenly appearing person could finish their sentence Peter stopped them.
"whoever you are, leave now before i make you leave."
His voice was sharp, much like the knives that some assume dig through his wrists every night, and heartless.
Peter woke from the darkness yet again to find.. oh. More darkness. Great. As Peter stood from his bed, a small beam of light shone from his bedroom door, shining upon a little trinket of his former self. By his bedside sat a small dice, barely the size of a small child's palm. As he reached for it, the door creaked open a little more as a familiar, yet so distant, voice spoke out to him.
"Hey, Pet- Oh god sake, son! Put some damn clothes on!"
Peter stood in his room entirely naked before slowly turning around to his mother, or at least what he once called mother, and smirked before the door slammed shut on him. With dice in hand, Peter threw the numbered cube across the room before getting dressed, the usual plain black tank top, black leather jacket and blackened jeans being donned in under a couple of minutes.
After a poor attempt at making breakfast, Peter walked from the front door he now considered a lodge and looked around. 5 A.M. Joggers passed by, avoiding eye-contact with the weirdo stood in the dark, while everyone else remained asleep. This was the one time Peter could truely relax..
..Well, only when he wasn't disturbed. But chances were, some career dude would feel a need to talk to him. They always do.
can't complain, i guess. They keep me from being put in the games..
But nonetheless, they aggrovated him. So as soon as he sat down outside his grandfather's door, his instincts took over. A voice began to speak, by the osunds of things it was directed at him, but before the suddenly appearing person could finish their sentence Peter stopped them.
"whoever you are, leave now before i make you leave."
His voice was sharp, much like the knives that some assume dig through his wrists every night, and heartless.
