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Post by colonel on Mar 17, 2011 23:01:07 GMT
LET LIGHT SHINE UPON, THE GRAVES OF DEATH
He had been on this island for three hours. Just perfect. Nicholi E. Kirikazoku was lost on this island which he had no idea of the name. He had been walking around for two hours and just around the third hour, he decided to laid down on a tree. With the tree having a lot of leaves, he was in the shade, not worrying about the sun beaming down on his head and dark skin. "How much longer am I going to be here? I'm going a bit insane." He asked himself as he began to look for some fruit. He wasn't hungry, hungry but he was in the mood just to eat something. Nicholi was about leap down from the tree branch but slightly slipped. As he fell, he hit a few tree branches, finally hitting his face against the ground. He laid flat on the ground abit in pain. He slightly raised his head and placed his hand on his face. "Damn, that hurt so much!" He picked himself up, still with his hand on his face. Nicholi wasn't really able to walked at the moment so he leaned his back against the tree.
"So unfair!" He slowly sat down. It wasn't the pain that was bothering him but the fact that he was lost. Nicholi was never the person who enjoy being lost for a second. He always had to know where he was at. It gave him a sense of power and understand of his surroundings. After sitting there for maybe 15 mins, he would to go look for some fruit. Lucky, within a few seconds, he found a lot trees with oranges, apples, and lots of other fruits. He wasn't in the mood for peeling back any oranges so he decided to go for an apple. He pulled out one of his twin daggers and threw it straight at the stem of an apple. The apple came falling down just as planned. Nicholi grabbed the apple and bit into it. He sat down once again underneath the tree and began eating the apple. Once he finished and had a good nap, he would resume with his search of getting of this island.
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Loki
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Post by Loki on Mar 25, 2011 23:47:30 GMT
Loki walked on the soft patch of grass with a frown on his face. He had been stranded on the island for a good bit of time and had gotten lost in the maze of a forest. He rarely got annoyed as easily as he did today but this day was special. Every bad thing that could have happened, happened. It was as if the universe was falling together especially so that he would be a ticking time bomb that day. He was near a grove of apples and oranges and thought about how his day might be taking a turn for the better. So he got on his knees and decided to make a little prayer toward god for giving him this wonderful harvest. But while he was praying a dagger came out of nowhere and sliced his shoulder. Normally such a small and, likely, accidental wound wouldn't have even bothered him. But this was the match that set him off that day.
Loki looked toward the source of the dagger but only spotted the silhouette of somebody lazing around and enjoying an apple under the shadow of a tree. This carefree attitude that the man took after hitting him with the dagger wasn't helping his attitude toward the stranger at all. The voice inside his head was telling him to think rationally, but the bleeding wound on his shoulder was telling him to go and shove the dagger into the poor man's unmentionables. So he resolved himself to just say a few words to the man. He found the dagger resting a few yards from him and picked it up. He walked silently over toward the man and with a quick movement he threw the dagger into the trunk beside the man's head. "Next time watch where you throw your weapons. You might not hit someone as nice as me." He said, a hint of annoyance in his usually kind voice. He turned around and started to head back to the forest that he came from. Later he would chastise himself for losing his cool like that, but for now he would simmer over how he hadn't attacked the man.
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