Malkus app [4/?]doctoral_birdApril 22 2011, 07:34:07 UTC
7. Third person sample: "I’m sorry! Please!" Malkus yelled, doing his best to hold on tightly to his bag as he ran through the woods, hearing the sickly yet rage-filled threats coming from his pursuers: an angry mob comprised of the few remaining villagers not yet taken by the cold claws of death.
All of these damn roots and bumps! It was as if the very forest was trying to be the cause of his demise, much like he was the cause of this horrid occurrence, or at least a large factor in the problem.
"I-I'm sorry, I did all that I could do!" he cried out again, his voice shaking as he jumped and ducked through the woods, trying to keep his mask from bouncing around his face, loosely tied to his head during this frantic escape. Running as fast as his loose fitting breeches would take him, tripping over the fabric of his coat; everything seemed to have been thrown on in a rush and was blowing around in the wind, his hat hardly clinging to his head.
The pained, angry cries of the mob slowly grew distant as he made his way through the dense forest, seeming to either realize they couldn't catch up or deciding it was best to leave the beasts of nature to end his life. Exhausted, Malkus found a rather inviting tree to lean against, doing so only when he was certain he'd be alone.
A dead silence. He tried to keep his senses as sharp as they can be... Nothing but the birds and the wind... Safety... At least for now. Trying to keep his wheezing and panting down to a minimum, he finally took the time to adjust everything, tying the back of his mask firmly, pulling his breeches up comfortably, making sure to leave nothing loose or hanging out of his coat. God forbid it got caught in another chase.
He finally looked presentable and because of that he felt a little better. Hardly though. They hated him.... They hated him and all he had wanted to do was help. Why couldn't they see that he was just as scared and confused about this all as they were? Why couldn't they realize that he was still human, dammit, not some miracle worker. He let out a deep trembling sigh, still shaken up by everything. Who could blame them? He had promised to help and it only seemed as if he was trying to get them sick.
They put their faith in him and he only managed to kill them, poisoning the lucky few and causing even worse damage to the others. He could feel another small panic attack build up inside him again. The poor man curled up, clutching the back of his head as he tried to contain his sobs and whimpers, breathing heavily. He tried to calm down, staring up at the sky, at the birds. He wondered if they thought he was family, looking back down at a silly little fool in a bird mask.
He couldn't help but laugh a little, glancing back down at the dirt and grass, then at his bag. It was time to get moving, "where to" wasn't decided yet, but it was time to start moving somewhere, anywhere. It seemed he'd be spending quite a while here, in nature. He paused. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, being alone. He couldn't afford to waste anymore daylight. Glancing around a bit, he started walking, unfamiliar with everything he saw.
Malkus app [5/?]doctoral_birdApril 22 2011, 07:37:53 UTC
8. First person sample: [After spending a few minutes cautiously… though groggily crawling out of his newfound bed, our poor doctor seems a bit stunned. Perhaps a bit overwhelmed by his surroundings… Th-This isn’t his absolutely luxurious bed of dirt and leaves…]
“Wh-…Whaar-…”
[Poor fellow doesn’t seem too concerned with how he sounds at the moment. Obviously he means “Where on earth am I? This most certainly is not my humble little camp. Where’s my pile of rocks? I’ve gone through so much to collect those things!” Shake it off Malkus. Wake up!]
“Hello? …Is anyone…there?”
[Other than a few useless little things, it doesn’t seem like anything on this fellow has been stolen from him. And if his captor wanted him dead, there’s no doubt that he’d be dead now…Right?]
“I appreciate the comfortable bed but I really ought to be on my way now! It was a nice rest, at least! I really ought to be going though. I have… E-Erm… I have work that I really must tend to.”
[Lies. What else would you be doing, Malkus? Skipping stones and picking plants? This is the most interesting thing that’s happened to you in weeks. Well there was that run in with the boar… This is the most interesting, so far non-life-threatening, thing that’s happened in weeks!]
“Can I ask why I’ve been taken here? Not very safe just picking up any strange fellow from the middle of nowhere, now is it?”
[What if they know this? What if they know YOU? What if they know what you’ve done and they finally caught you! OH GOD MALKUS PANIC. No don’t… Well do, but don’t cry…Alright, man, think! What possible reason could someone have for locking you up in a room rather than killing you? …T-Torture? I-Interrogation? Oh god no. Think! Maybe you can talk your way out of this… Window!]
“I-If this is about something I’ve done… Then…Then I’m not that man! You’ve got the wrong man!”
[What]
“I’m … I’m … a very important … merchant! Ivan … Ivan chairtable!”
[Cringe. Amazing, Malkus.]
“M-My name is Ivan Cher…tabul, and I’m very wealthy! I can pay you a very large sum of gold if you were to let me leave!”
[Obviously, our poor doctor hasn’t actually spoken to anyone in quite a while and as a result, he doesn’t exactly have a way with words… Not to say he’s ever, really.]
“I just… Would like to leave now…
…
I did my best to help them…”
[Sulking, our fellow hasn’t really taken the time to look around very well. Guess you ought to get used to your new imprisonment, Malkus… You’ll never see the sky again… No more birds… No more- Oh hey! A key!]
“How interesting! … Hmm… I hope no one minds if I just… See my way out of here..”
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All of these damn roots and bumps! It was as if the very forest was trying to be the cause of his demise, much like he was the cause of this horrid occurrence, or at least a large factor in the problem.
"I-I'm sorry, I did all that I could do!" he cried out again, his voice shaking as he jumped and ducked through the woods, trying to keep his mask from bouncing around his face, loosely tied to his head during this frantic escape. Running as fast as his loose fitting breeches would take him, tripping over the fabric of his coat; everything seemed to have been thrown on in a rush and was blowing around in the wind, his hat hardly clinging to his head.
The pained, angry cries of the mob slowly grew distant as he made his way through the dense forest, seeming to either realize they couldn't catch up or deciding it was best to leave the beasts of nature to end his life. Exhausted, Malkus found a rather inviting tree to lean against, doing so only when he was certain he'd be alone.
A dead silence. He tried to keep his senses as sharp as they can be... Nothing but the birds and the wind... Safety... At least for now. Trying to keep his wheezing and panting down to a minimum, he finally took the time to adjust everything, tying the back of his mask firmly, pulling his breeches up comfortably, making sure to leave nothing loose or hanging out of his coat. God forbid it got caught in another chase.
He finally looked presentable and because of that he felt a little better. Hardly though. They hated him.... They hated him and all he had wanted to do was help. Why couldn't they see that he was just as scared and confused about this all as they were? Why couldn't they realize that he was still human, dammit, not some miracle worker. He let out a deep trembling sigh, still shaken up by everything. Who could blame them? He had promised to help and it only seemed as if he was trying to get them sick.
They put their faith in him and he only managed to kill them, poisoning the lucky few and causing even worse damage to the others. He could feel another small panic attack build up inside him again. The poor man curled up, clutching the back of his head as he tried to contain his sobs and whimpers, breathing heavily. He tried to calm down, staring up at the sky, at the birds. He wondered if they thought he was family, looking back down at a silly little fool in a bird mask.
He couldn't help but laugh a little, glancing back down at the dirt and grass, then at his bag. It was time to get moving, "where to" wasn't decided yet, but it was time to start moving somewhere, anywhere. It seemed he'd be spending quite a while here, in nature. He paused. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, being alone. He couldn't afford to waste anymore daylight. Glancing around a bit, he started walking, unfamiliar with everything he saw.
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“Wh-…Whaar-…”
[Poor fellow doesn’t seem too concerned with how he sounds at the moment. Obviously he means “Where on earth am I? This most certainly is not my humble little camp. Where’s my pile of rocks? I’ve gone through so much to collect those things!” Shake it off Malkus. Wake up!]
“Hello? …Is anyone…there?”
[Other than a few useless little things, it doesn’t seem like anything on this fellow has been stolen from him. And if his captor wanted him dead, there’s no doubt that he’d be dead now…Right?]
“I appreciate the comfortable bed but I really ought to be on my way now! It was a nice rest, at least! I really ought to be going though. I have… E-Erm… I have work that I really must tend to.”
[Lies. What else would you be doing, Malkus? Skipping stones and picking plants? This is the most interesting thing that’s happened to you in weeks.
Well there was that run in with the boar…
This is the most interesting, so far non-life-threatening, thing that’s happened in weeks!]
“Can I ask why I’ve been taken here? Not very safe just picking up any strange fellow from the middle of nowhere, now is it?”
[What if they know this? What if they know YOU? What if they know what you’ve done and they finally caught you! OH GOD MALKUS PANIC. No don’t… Well do, but don’t cry…Alright, man, think! What possible reason could someone have for locking you up in a room rather than killing you? …T-Torture? I-Interrogation? Oh god no. Think! Maybe you can talk your way out of this… Window!]
“I-If this is about something I’ve done… Then…Then I’m not that man! You’ve got the wrong man!”
[What]
“I’m … I’m … a very important … merchant! Ivan … Ivan chairtable!”
[Cringe. Amazing, Malkus.]
“M-My name is Ivan Cher…tabul, and I’m very wealthy! I can pay you a very large sum of gold if you were to let me leave!”
[Obviously, our poor doctor hasn’t actually spoken to anyone in quite a while and as a result, he doesn’t exactly have a way with words… Not to say he’s ever, really.]
“I just… Would like to leave now…
…
I did my best to help them…”
[Sulking, our fellow hasn’t really taken the time to look around very well. Guess you ought to get used to your new imprisonment, Malkus… You’ll never see the sky again… No more birds… No more- Oh hey! A key!]
“How interesting! … Hmm… I hope no one minds if I just… See my way out of here..”
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