見つめないで [Don't Look For Me] // Lily
Jan 22, 2016 10:31:47 GMT -5
Post by Edmund Simons on Jan 22, 2016 10:31:47 GMT -5
consuming life force till
I grow d i s t a n t
I grow d i s t a n t
What had Edmund Simons been doing with his life? Excellent question. The answer ranged from being a rebel, to breaking into houses, to dodging the police, to doing some illegal things for a good cause, to killing monsters, to selling his carvings, to stealing a motorcycle, to being an anonymous "good" Samaritan. Not all in that order, of course, but it was a fair summary of what had been happening to him for the past few months. He supposed his house robberies, illegal activities, killing perceived people (who were actually mythical monsters, but c'mon, was there a difference anymore?), and stealing the motorcycle did give the police some justification of trying to catch him, but it was still annoying. Maybe he should dye his hair, get a wig or something. Ah well, at least with a motorcycle he could leave the state. It was a lot faster than walking.
He didn't feel attached to this place; he never felt attached to anywhere. He knew he'd never have a true home. Not with his kind of demigod lifestyle, so there was no reason to ever get attached to any place or anyone, he'd just have to leave. Besides, attachments tied you down. They were a weakness, an illogical sentiment. Edmund didn't need much time to pack up his life and just move. He had a backpack full of stuff and that was it. His carvings, his tools, a few changes of clothes. Everything else, he could get on the road. Or steal. Whichever came first.
Flea market time was ending, so he gathered his carvings and kicked down the table. Time for a location change. Probably not forever... just for a bit. Maybe he could hack the police records and wipe himself off the system. That'd require a computer. And more stealing. Oh well; he wanted a computer. Not being around technology for long amounts of time made him oddly hyperactive. He supposed that was good for people he was making carvings for, but for him, his interest was never fully satisfied. And that left him open to being even more of a reckless idiot than he already was.
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