Post by Zelos Wilder on Jun 22, 2009 8:15:02 GMT -5
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``ZELOS WILDER}}
Omg it's Zelos Wilder~!
Why the hell am I here?
The sky was dark, covered with clouds streaked across the sky like a paintbrush. Even darker strokes distinguished one Stormcloud from another, spanning the entire sky. It had become impossible to see the night sky, which was probably looking quite nice right now compared to the current sky. It was probably nice and dark, with purple streaks of midnight stretching across it, decorated by thousands of millions of stars, all created by the Angels in the Heavens.
How did I get myself into this?
Instead of stars, there were raindrops. Endlessly pouring raindrops, lightly bouncing off of the stone streets and splashing in the fountains and canals, and drowning the decks of the ships in the harbor. The vendor's tents were probably beginning to sink, eventually caving in and ripping and soaking all of their goods, unless they brought them with them when they closed shop. Instead of the purple streaks of the universe across the sky, there was lightning, lighting up the sky with a huge BOOM. And those booms were loud, shaking every cell in every brick in every building of the entire City of Palmacosta.
Oh yeah. That's right. Lloyd.[/i]
White-and-gold boots splashed through all of the puddles in the ruts of the streets, pounding heavily and bringing up large drops of water. Most of it was going behind him, splashing the back of his puffy white pants, making them stick to his long, skinny legs. His arms were pumping hard for no reason as he struggled to get through the alleyways to escape the pouring rain, although it was pretty much a wasted effort since he was already soaking wet. He felt fifty pounds heavier as the rainwater flooded his entire body--it made running through it all that much harder. His hair clung ictchily to the back of his neck, to the side of his face, and his forehead, and it got in his eyes. If he tried to swipe it to the side with his hands, he would only get more water in his eyes. He already could barely see with the thick rain, barely able to distinguish buildings from fences from bridges from water.
Lloyd and his freaking stalker, Kratos.
Even worse, he was the only one out there—all of the other people had already fled to the safety of their homes or under canopies or something. While he himself was struggling slothily across the brick roads, attempting to get to the inn. Suddenly everything went white--but only for a second--and the sound of wood cracking went right along with an enormous thunderclap. Surprised by the sudden sounds, his feet stopped moving. The top of his body wasn't prepared for the sudden halt--it was still moving forward--and he fell right over, splashing into a large puddle. He was so close to the bridge that would lead him right to the inn, so close he could almost see the large silhoette of the building. But now he was even more wet. He felt like he was swimming in a pool of misery. And death. He'd probably have been happier if he'd died by lightning strike already.
I really hate that guy.
Struggling to his feet, his wet boots continiously slipped on the slick, puddled ground, and he struggled back to his feet. It was such an effort, and he once again had to wonder why he was out there. Why the hell was he out there, in the pouring rain, trying to the inn, only to be faced with the guy he hated the most, and Lloyd? Lloyd wasn't so bad, Kratos pretty much ruined the whole thing. He'd much rather it have just been Lloyd. When he finally got back to his feet, he felt weak, worn-out, and in pain. Probably both physically and mentally. He felt like a Zombie--and at that point, he looked like one too. He was practically coated in mud, he was wet, his pants looked like they were vaccuum-sealed to his legs, his hair was all over the place, and his arms just sort of dangled at his sides like wet noodles. They weren't noodles, though, but they were wet. Really really wet. He hated being wet.
I'm going to kill him when I get there.[/color]
Moaning, he put one foot in front of the other, finally getting to the bridge that went across the small canal. Luckily, it was sloped, so the water would run off of it and would be out of the slight flooding. Unfortunately, it meant all the water was running off the sides... and it was a lot of water. And thus, it was slippery. Cursing heavily in low mumbles to himself, he grasped the side of the bridge and slowly skidded himself up, and then slid down the other side, barely managing balance and stumbling when he got off of it. By now, he could see the door to the inn. Trudging over, he flew open the door, where it smacked off of the outside wall, and then slammed it behind him. Shooting a glare of annoyance around the whole place as he examined it, it was completely empty due to the fact that it was about midnight.
Dammit. Life sucks.
Glancing down, there was a large puddle on the floor--from all hsi dripping, the welcome mat had already soaked up its limit of water. He cursed to himself again, and took a step, feeling the water squishing in his shoes. Making a face at the awful feeling, he just wanted to get to that d**ned room and be done with it. Reaching into his pocket, he dug around for the key Lloyd had given him for the room--he'd been over at the Church of Martel earlier doing Chosen religious crap, when it'd suddenly started to storm. The distance from the Church to the Inn was much, much larger when it was raining. Pouring.
How do I get into all these messes?
Leaving trails of mud and water behind him, Zelos trudged slowly up the stairs, practically having to pick up one leg at a time in order to get up. Getting into the hallways, they were also completely empty. And clean. And he was about to soil them completely. But at this point, he really couldn't care less. With the key bundled in his gloved fist, he fiddled with it until he got the right end of it and the right side of it, where he jammed it in the keyhole and jerked at it. It wouldn't open. Glancing up at the door, he had the wrong room.
I hate Sylvarant.
Cursing loudly with a string of strong, angry words, Zelos slowly and squishily stepped to the right room, and stuffed the key into the doorknob with a helluvalot of fury. Throwing open the door, he glared at the room with an expression simalar to this one:
(except wet)
Not even bothering to look at anyone, Zelos simply grumbled, "You guys suck, you know that?"[/color] and stomped into the bathroom, not caring if someone was in there, and slamming the door behind him quite loudly. Glaring at himself in the mirror, he plopped onto the counter and began to squeeze out his long red hair in the sink, and then peeled off his arm mits and squeezed those out, too. And then he followed with his vest, eventually squeezing out every article of clothing he wore, and eventually got into the shower, pretty much screaming when the water came out freezing cold.
Freakin' guy next door must have just flushed the freakin' toilet.
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wordcount: 1269 (YAY!)
comments: I think I went a little overboard xD but I wanted a long post. Lemme know if there's anything wrong with it.
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Nah I don't think you went over board. I really liked you posts a lot
