Post by BADRICK, KASKA on Sept 23, 2012 19:26:43 GMT -5
| [atrb= cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:350px; bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #fbfaec; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; border: #e6e6e6 solid 3px;][style=font-family: wire one; margin-left: 7px; font-size: 39pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #84d3ba; letter-spacing: 3px;]so baby don't worry[/style] [style=background-color: #fbfaec; font-family: mate sc; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; border-top: 1px solid #84d3ba; border-bottom: 1px solid #84d3ba; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #73926e; margin-bottom: 26px;]• • YOU ARE MY ONLY • •[/style] he docks were never meant to be a place of happiness. It wasn’t grubby, cleanliness had never been an issue necessarily since many, and more legitimate businesses used the warehouses for storage and preferred the place tidy. There was no waste visible but that didn’t make the place feel anymore sanitary. Because no matter how gorgeous the sea, how vibrant the setting sun, the pier would forever bear a dark stain that could not be overlooked. It may not have been there for the naked eye to perceive but one didn’t need to see it to feel the oppressive weight that haunted the wharf. Even to someone like Kaska, who seemed to be filled with boundless energy and light, wasn’t immune to the dark touch of negativity around him. Today there would be no wandering the city streets, no gazing out at the town from his clock tower vantage point, no chats with Sakura – the beautiful navy-haired shifter, there was just …nothing. It didn’t matter that the day was in a rare state of good weather, that the pre-winter chill had receded with favorable Southern winds or that for once there weren’t ships docking every few hours to generate unease amongst the slaves kept under lock and key. None of it affected his mood that had sunken to, what he considered a depressing all time low. He wasn’t depressed, although the fact that he’d been an occupant of the pier for nearly a month and counting should have been reason enough to be, Kaska was just empty. He didn’t feel anything. Not about his surroundings, not about the workers, not about the slavers and not about the slaves. He’d barely had enough concern with himself to see to his own necessities as he wallowed in this strange purposelessness that had taken over him. On a typical day the redhead would be up with the sun, soon after would be toiling away with the workers and doling out rations for the yet to be purchased Shifters and then he’d assist wherever needed or go exploring. But today there had been nothing short of a stop to the bathroom that had gotten him to leave the uncomfortable cot he slept in. But staying in bed hadn’t been an option as their cells were being cleaned today and those who couldn’t be trusted to leave were led elsewhere – Kaska hadn’t gone further than one of the docked and anchored ships and had found himself sitting across the railing with his eyes on the unending sea. |
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