Einsamekeit
Who: Gilbert [preussennatur ]+ Open
Where: Buried somewhere in the slums
What: Gilbert's been sleeping, and has just woken up. He's been sleeping a lot since he got here.
When: Late Afternoon, May 14th
Warnings: Crazy, angry man who thinks he's a country.
The man who assumed he was a nation stirred. He'd been curled up somewhere outside what appeared to be a former maid cafe or something. It had to be. There were all these cute signs inside the building--which he had tried to get into, but had failed into entering several times. He grumbled, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand. Gilbert was used to sleeping outdoors, but not in an urban environment. In complete honesty, this was the first city he had ever been in. He knew how to survive in the wild of nature. Not the wild in general. If there were deer and running rivers in this city, he'd be thriving by now. He'd have memorized the patterns of wildlife, and just where they lived and so on and so forth...but that wasn't happening any time soon. There were no deer. No game whatsoever. There were the cats here and there, but in all good consciousness--he couldn't kill and eat a cat. It could be someone's pet after all. Granted, this city was seemingly abandoned aside from other participants--of which he had met none--but had only heard of using this...He had no idea what this little handheld computer device was. He'd never seen one. He'd seen computers and such...but nothing like this. A part of Gilbert wondered...was he alone here? No, no, that couldn't be. He wasn't alone. He could smell other people, not that he was trained to smell people. But he could tell they were here. So why hadn't he seen any? He'd spoken to some on this...phone computer thing whatever-the-fuck-it-was, but where were they. He had actually hoped that once he had fallen asleep again, someone would kick him and wake him from a deep sleep. Someone saying something to the extent of "Oi, you--get off your fuckin' ass!" But that never came.
So, grudingly, Gilbert got up from his little fort of sorts beneath his coat and a couple discarded cardboard boxes. He shook his head about, flicking a bit of what appeared to be rainwater from his white blonde hair. Grasping his coat, he stood up, flinging it over his shoulder. He wasn't happy. He was mother fucking Prussia. Can't these people see that? He demanded a bit of goddamn respect already! If he didn't find someone who would acknowledge his royal national blood, he was going to crack some skulls. Fuck the rules of Igura. And then, in annoyance, Gilbert took off--he wasn't too happy.
Where: Buried somewhere in the slums
What: Gilbert's been sleeping, and has just woken up. He's been sleeping a lot since he got here.
When: Late Afternoon, May 14th
Warnings: Crazy, angry man who thinks he's a country.
The man who assumed he was a nation stirred. He'd been curled up somewhere outside what appeared to be a former maid cafe or something. It had to be. There were all these cute signs inside the building--which he had tried to get into, but had failed into entering several times. He grumbled, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand. Gilbert was used to sleeping outdoors, but not in an urban environment. In complete honesty, this was the first city he had ever been in. He knew how to survive in the wild of nature. Not the wild in general. If there were deer and running rivers in this city, he'd be thriving by now. He'd have memorized the patterns of wildlife, and just where they lived and so on and so forth...but that wasn't happening any time soon. There were no deer. No game whatsoever. There were the cats here and there, but in all good consciousness--he couldn't kill and eat a cat. It could be someone's pet after all. Granted, this city was seemingly abandoned aside from other participants--of which he had met none--but had only heard of using this...He had no idea what this little handheld computer device was. He'd never seen one. He'd seen computers and such...but nothing like this. A part of Gilbert wondered...was he alone here? No, no, that couldn't be. He wasn't alone. He could smell other people, not that he was trained to smell people. But he could tell they were here. So why hadn't he seen any? He'd spoken to some on this...phone computer thing whatever-the-fuck-it-was, but where were they. He had actually hoped that once he had fallen asleep again, someone would kick him and wake him from a deep sleep. Someone saying something to the extent of "Oi, you--get off your fuckin' ass!" But that never came.
So, grudingly, Gilbert got up from his little fort of sorts beneath his coat and a couple discarded cardboard boxes. He shook his head about, flicking a bit of what appeared to be rainwater from his white blonde hair. Grasping his coat, he stood up, flinging it over his shoulder. He wasn't happy. He was mother fucking Prussia. Can't these people see that? He demanded a bit of goddamn respect already! If he didn't find someone who would acknowledge his royal national blood, he was going to crack some skulls. Fuck the rules of Igura. And then, in annoyance, Gilbert took off--he wasn't too happy.