Post by CALIX ZAYDON LUDOVIC on Jul 26, 2012 15:30:19 GMT -4
The dark hairedmale sat outside the bathroom door. Crinkling his nose at the disgusting smell. He wasn't sure how anyone could ever use such a disgusting place. To think, his beautiful feline was wanting to actually stay in such a place. Although the two of them had been here for quite awhile, Cesarina couldn't decide on the right place to make their den/home. A sigh eased through his long pale frame. His hair naturally straight, mixed with his hairspray made him look awesome. He had done his makeup earlier, making it look awesome. The regular black eyeshadow and black eye liner, mixed with his lip peiring looked very cool, if you asked him. They had been here since nightfall, the sun was slowly coming out now. Cesarina was inside the actual bathroom, inspecting it, as she put it. Strange animal, taking so long to inspect such things. From what they had heard, this part of the prison/camp was unoccupied. Most likely from the god awful smell that invaded it. If she seriously wanted him to stay here, he was going to have to do some serious cleaning. Although he hated cleaning. It was gross and unneeded. Unmandatory, but at the same time, mandatory. It seemed that all the most important jobs were always the most disgusting. He was hoping to urge her out of any desicion to stay here though. Maybe they could join one of those gangs forming around them. So far, they had only met one person from a gang, apperently he had very thin skin around his neck. Calix refused to believe that Cesarina had meant to hurt that poor fellow. Of course, his blood had made his artwork of a grim reaper, even more gruesome. It added an effect that chilled him to the bone. One that he would never explain. If anyone asked, it was paint, just red paint. Nothing more.
Blue eyes looked out across the terrain, blinking slowly. In his lap, he held a Shakespeare novel, one of his favorites, Romeo & Juliet. A beautiful peic ie of writing. At his side, lay his half sketched drawing. A drawing or a very beautiful flower he had seen once. His father had told him that it was called a Fox-Glove. It was dozens of bell shaped white flowers all attached to a central stalk. From what he had heard, these plants could grow to 3 feet tall. That was pretty big for a plant, or so he thought. Anyway, on his other side, sat his song writing notebook. It was deffinantly starting to be a good day.
Looking over the sun rising in the distance, a smile flickered over his lips. Closing his book he set it to the side so he could enjoy the sunrise. On memory, he quoted "The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, and fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels, from forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels in his deep rumbling voice. Letting his eyes close, hetried to ignore the smell as he enjoyed the calmness of morning.
Blue eyes looked out across the terrain, blinking slowly. In his lap, he held a Shakespeare novel, one of his favorites, Romeo & Juliet. A beautiful peic ie of writing. At his side, lay his half sketched drawing. A drawing or a very beautiful flower he had seen once. His father had told him that it was called a Fox-Glove. It was dozens of bell shaped white flowers all attached to a central stalk. From what he had heard, these plants could grow to 3 feet tall. That was pretty big for a plant, or so he thought. Anyway, on his other side, sat his song writing notebook. It was deffinantly starting to be a good day.
Looking over the sun rising in the distance, a smile flickered over his lips. Closing his book he set it to the side so he could enjoy the sunrise. On memory, he quoted "The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, and fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels, from forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels in his deep rumbling voice. Letting his eyes close, hetried to ignore the smell as he enjoyed the calmness of morning.
