Post by MissEmily on Aug 12, 2011 21:22:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=height,550,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2wf4vic.jpg,true] Fate is like a little cafe in Paris, filled with tourists from all over the place. You can have a local man, or a man from Finland, but then will in walk a man from a distant land of Wisconsin. Fate will throw a lot of unsuspecting tourists at you, and you better hope that you know how to speak that language if you want to have a good conversation with them. As far as that relates to this story, I figure I had better of told you. We find ourselves in the room with Mr. Edward Hyde at the abandoned SPCA. He is a man a little above average in height and of a healthy weight. A wickedness surrounds him in every which-way; from his beard unlike Santa's to his bare feet stained with dirt, he was a sight that would make a big burly wince. It wasn't that he was well known (for no one really knew him), but it was his just intimidating look. A bloody undershirt that was stained with dirt of years if wear, and torn jeans clothed the wiry strength that was hidden in the man we are watching. Upon closer inspection, we look at his dark eyes that were hidden by his long, blonde hair; his eyes are dark and filled with hate and anger. Many things point to how he lives- alone and grungy; his unclipped beard, his long hair that hangs below his shoulders, his clothes that haven't been changed for quite some time, his shoe-less feet, and the dirt that has been left on his body for quite some time. Aside from all of the simple facts, we still find ourselves in the room with Mr. Edward Hyde. His large hands working through the metal cabinets of the abandoned SPCA. His mind racing as he looked for things that he could use. Maybe some hidden drugs? Or a few medical scalpels or bandages? I believe he is just looking for anything though. Every now and then, he would stop and look around to see if he was truly alone. "I think I heard something!" the voices tell him, so Hyde quickly looks around. "Keep looking! I will keep you safe." Hyde continues to look for things he could use. Even a bag of dog food could be a food source he could take back into hiding with him. Finally! Hyde closes a little door with a green plastic bottle of antibiotics. Just what he needed. Turning away to walk out of the SPCA, he stopped, finding someone staring at him. "How could you have forgotten something to kill with? Your a little fuck-up! You know it?!" The voices screamed in his head, anger filling Hyde's eyes, he dropped the bottle of pills and waited for instructions of what to do. |
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