Little Miss Kitsune
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- Posted: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 02:19:31 +0000
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✧⊱ D ҽ η ʑ ҽ ɭ xxx ✧ xxxɃ ɭ α Қ ҽ ⊰✧
A soft yawn trailed from a set of pale lips as dull steel grey eyes fluttered open. The room was dimly lit by a single table lamp that sat across the room from the bed. The gentle golden lighting gave beauty to the treasures scattered around the living small quarters. There was a very odd, and wide selection of trinkets and items displayed in this crow's nest. Some items included stuffed animals, jewelery, medical supplies, and weapons - but that was just the beginning of it! There was endless clothes and bedding, a miniature fridge, an old TV complete with DVD player and movie selections! The amount of miscellaneous items made it very difficult to know what was stashed away. However, with a mysterious fascination with delicate items that glitter and refract the light, gave means to have a very vast amount of odd items which did just that. In the soft gold light of the lamp, the room seemed to glisten in vitreous colors from the jewelery, colored class, unique bottles, etc.
Of course, with such a large 'collection' the single room was very overwhelming to the observer.
Items stacked upon each other in piles, and stuffed shelving towered against two walls. Where the small shelving unit which held the TV and DVD player were just as littered with random things, making the screen blend into the chaos. There was a storage crate which was usually full of food, but the supply was running low. Beside that food crate, was the miniature fridge in the corner which held mostly water and and other assorted drinks including alcohol. However all in all, there was a beauty to the room, that was hard to explain. It felt warm, and safe. Yes... This place was perfect, for the young bandit.
Denzel Blake, Koi City's thief was the resident of this single room and would not change that for anything in the world. His Mother, and older Sister were murdered in a hostage situation that Denzel could not stop when he was only 12. Ever since then he had been on his own, not wanting anything to do with the people of the city; they were all swine. That was when he discovered this place. He had found a section of the train tunnel had partially collapsed making the station beyond the rubble unacceptable from underground. Above ground, the stairs that go down into the isolated terminal were also crumbled and blended in to the over grown vegetation. (Since the outer edges of the city are nearly abandoned and everyone moved into the core) When Denzel ventured down to explore the forgotten train terminal, he trailed along the unusable tracks until he reached the official end of the tunnel. That was where he found the maintenance room which was unlocked.
Stepping inside he found a dead man, and his belongings - it turned out this was used a shelter from the war and the man never left until his death. The room had been customized to suit the man's needs years ago with an added on functioning bathroom to the side. It was small, and basic but that was all he needed (corner shower, sink, and toilet). The rest is history, Denzel stole this dead man's shelter... it was perfect!
Putting the old man to rest, and clearing out the old junk, Denzel started his new life alone.
Over the years, his collection grew as well as his compulsiveness to take more. The items he took gave him happiness to fill up the empty feeling he had from having no family left on the island, but it never lasted for long. The vicious cycle of thieving consumed him to keep himself happy, even if it was only for a night - what did he care?
Koi City was disgraceful... Even the government abandoned it! There is no way to leave, because no one comes here, they were all trapped on this city! Even if he had family on the mainland or another city, he would have no idea, and never will.
Blinking a couple more times, Denzel pushed the raven black bangs from his pale face. He hated reflecting on his past... Why he was here, what he did to get here, what happened to his family... It usually turned his mood sour.
The slender frame sat up on his messy blanket-nest of a bed. Stuffed animals shifting and a couple falling from their glorious heap on the mattress. Glancing over to his nightstand, he smiled at his fox mask sitting there waiting for him patiently.
Lifting his arms he stretched out as long as he could before climbing out of bed in nothing but a lose pair of PJ pants. Sauntering over to the small heater, he flicked it off while working on brushing his hair through with his fingers. The lazy comb work didn't really help his bed head, but he hardly cared. With another lazy motion he stooped down to select a tight pair of black denim jeans with a few tatters and ware on the thighs. Second was a graphic T-Shirt, and thick black sweater. Despite it being winter, Denzel didn't own a winter coat, and he didn't plan on it. It was far to hard to perform his acrobatic ways of traveling with such a bulky article of clothing. Putting on a pair of socks and jamming his feet into his belted black boots, he was dressed for the night. Going over to grab his back-pack which was always prepared with a few bandages, map, marker, notepad, knife, and flashlight. Those essentials were always there, and anything else he managed to get while he was out filled the rest of the space.
Slipping the bag onto his back, he jostled it around slightly to make himself comfortable. Snatching the key to his home from the nightstand along with his mask he left his safe abode, and locked the behind him and placed the key into his pocket.
Traveling out to the city, Denzel never bothered with his mask until he got closer to where he knew people would more likely to be. First was the amusement park, his favorite place to stay and explore - but he didn't have time for that right now. He had to rustle up something hot for dinner, his food crate was nearly empty! Timid gray eyes peered around him before slipping his mask into place, and he continued with caution as he began to go through the fairground as a shortcut to downtown.
His heart was pounding like crazy... it was the rush of adrenaline that had got him addicted to stealing to begin with, however with a new found threat the rush was less enjoyable and more fearful than anything.
There had been encounters with another masked individual in the city that he was not very fond of. When that masked man was around, it seemed like he got in the fox's way no matter what.
At first it was horrifying, but now it is just frustrating! Once he imposed so severely Denzel lost grips on his stolen goods and had to leave them behind! This has been happening for a month or so, and it is hard to determine if the man means to kill him, or if he is just ******** with him. Either way, it got on Denzel's nerves... Part of his competitive side thought it was slightly amusing, because in a way it was like a game. The man hadn't been able to catch him yet, which gave Denzel the confidence to keep allowing these heated chases (more like hunts) to continue. Once or twice, the fox even taunted the other - knowing that the young man wouldn't be able to catch him.
An annoyed groan rumbled from behind his mask quietly as he came into the streets of the city. He hoped nothing like that happened tonight though, it was cold and wet... Two of his least favorite combinations. All he needed was to get some food for now.
Adjusting his bag once more, he began to run. Building up the momentum he needed, Denzel charged into an alley way. Leaping onto a dumpster, he immediately sprung up to grab a window ledge and hoisted himself up with ease. He the turned and leaped in the same fashion to the parallel wall. Barely grabbing the ledge of the second floor window, he hoisted himself up once again. Denzel continuing the process until he reached the roof top. Walking along the roof, he shivered at the winter winds that cut into him. There wasn't much snow, but this really gave Denzel a set back with safely traveling above the streets because of how slippery things were. It'd be best to take it slow, and easy tonight, the last thing he needs is to slip and fall.
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✧⊱ D ҽ η ʑ ҽ ɭ xxx ✧ xxxɃ ɭ α Қ ҽ ⊰✧
A soft yawn trailed from a set of pale lips as dull steel grey eyes fluttered open. The room was dimly lit by a single table lamp that sat across the room from the bed. The gentle golden lighting gave beauty to the treasures scattered around the living small quarters. There was a very odd, and wide selection of trinkets and items displayed in this crow's nest. Some items included stuffed animals, jewelery, medical supplies, and weapons - but that was just the beginning of it! There was endless clothes and bedding, a miniature fridge, an old TV complete with DVD player and movie selections! The amount of miscellaneous items made it very difficult to know what was stashed away. However, with a mysterious fascination with delicate items that glitter and refract the light, gave means to have a very vast amount of odd items which did just that. In the soft gold light of the lamp, the room seemed to glisten in vitreous colors from the jewelery, colored class, unique bottles, etc.
Of course, with such a large 'collection' the single room was very overwhelming to the observer.
Items stacked upon each other in piles, and stuffed shelving towered against two walls. Where the small shelving unit which held the TV and DVD player were just as littered with random things, making the screen blend into the chaos. There was a storage crate which was usually full of food, but the supply was running low. Beside that food crate, was the miniature fridge in the corner which held mostly water and and other assorted drinks including alcohol. However all in all, there was a beauty to the room, that was hard to explain. It felt warm, and safe. Yes... This place was perfect, for the young bandit.
Denzel Blake, Koi City's thief was the resident of this single room and would not change that for anything in the world. His Mother, and older Sister were murdered in a hostage situation that Denzel could not stop when he was only 12. Ever since then he had been on his own, not wanting anything to do with the people of the city; they were all swine. That was when he discovered this place. He had found a section of the train tunnel had partially collapsed making the station beyond the rubble unacceptable from underground. Above ground, the stairs that go down into the isolated terminal were also crumbled and blended in to the over grown vegetation. (Since the outer edges of the city are nearly abandoned and everyone moved into the core) When Denzel ventured down to explore the forgotten train terminal, he trailed along the unusable tracks until he reached the official end of the tunnel. That was where he found the maintenance room which was unlocked.
Stepping inside he found a dead man, and his belongings - it turned out this was used a shelter from the war and the man never left until his death. The room had been customized to suit the man's needs years ago with an added on functioning bathroom to the side. It was small, and basic but that was all he needed (corner shower, sink, and toilet). The rest is history, Denzel stole this dead man's shelter... it was perfect!
Putting the old man to rest, and clearing out the old junk, Denzel started his new life alone.
Over the years, his collection grew as well as his compulsiveness to take more. The items he took gave him happiness to fill up the empty feeling he had from having no family left on the island, but it never lasted for long. The vicious cycle of thieving consumed him to keep himself happy, even if it was only for a night - what did he care?
Koi City was disgraceful... Even the government abandoned it! There is no way to leave, because no one comes here, they were all trapped on this city! Even if he had family on the mainland or another city, he would have no idea, and never will.
Blinking a couple more times, Denzel pushed the raven black bangs from his pale face. He hated reflecting on his past... Why he was here, what he did to get here, what happened to his family... It usually turned his mood sour.
The slender frame sat up on his messy blanket-nest of a bed. Stuffed animals shifting and a couple falling from their glorious heap on the mattress. Glancing over to his nightstand, he smiled at his fox mask sitting there waiting for him patiently.
Lifting his arms he stretched out as long as he could before climbing out of bed in nothing but a lose pair of PJ pants. Sauntering over to the small heater, he flicked it off while working on brushing his hair through with his fingers. The lazy comb work didn't really help his bed head, but he hardly cared. With another lazy motion he stooped down to select a tight pair of black denim jeans with a few tatters and ware on the thighs. Second was a graphic T-Shirt, and thick black sweater. Despite it being winter, Denzel didn't own a winter coat, and he didn't plan on it. It was far to hard to perform his acrobatic ways of traveling with such a bulky article of clothing. Putting on a pair of socks and jamming his feet into his belted black boots, he was dressed for the night. Going over to grab his back-pack which was always prepared with a few bandages, map, marker, notepad, knife, and flashlight. Those essentials were always there, and anything else he managed to get while he was out filled the rest of the space.
Slipping the bag onto his back, he jostled it around slightly to make himself comfortable. Snatching the key to his home from the nightstand along with his mask he left his safe abode, and locked the behind him and placed the key into his pocket.
Traveling out to the city, Denzel never bothered with his mask until he got closer to where he knew people would more likely to be. First was the amusement park, his favorite place to stay and explore - but he didn't have time for that right now. He had to rustle up something hot for dinner, his food crate was nearly empty! Timid gray eyes peered around him before slipping his mask into place, and he continued with caution as he began to go through the fairground as a shortcut to downtown.
His heart was pounding like crazy... it was the rush of adrenaline that had got him addicted to stealing to begin with, however with a new found threat the rush was less enjoyable and more fearful than anything.
There had been encounters with another masked individual in the city that he was not very fond of. When that masked man was around, it seemed like he got in the fox's way no matter what.
At first it was horrifying, but now it is just frustrating! Once he imposed so severely Denzel lost grips on his stolen goods and had to leave them behind! This has been happening for a month or so, and it is hard to determine if the man means to kill him, or if he is just ******** with him. Either way, it got on Denzel's nerves... Part of his competitive side thought it was slightly amusing, because in a way it was like a game. The man hadn't been able to catch him yet, which gave Denzel the confidence to keep allowing these heated chases (more like hunts) to continue. Once or twice, the fox even taunted the other - knowing that the young man wouldn't be able to catch him.
An annoyed groan rumbled from behind his mask quietly as he came into the streets of the city. He hoped nothing like that happened tonight though, it was cold and wet... Two of his least favorite combinations. All he needed was to get some food for now.
Adjusting his bag once more, he began to run. Building up the momentum he needed, Denzel charged into an alley way. Leaping onto a dumpster, he immediately sprung up to grab a window ledge and hoisted himself up with ease. He the turned and leaped in the same fashion to the parallel wall. Barely grabbing the ledge of the second floor window, he hoisted himself up once again. Denzel continuing the process until he reached the roof top. Walking along the roof, he shivered at the winter winds that cut into him. There wasn't much snow, but this really gave Denzel a set back with safely traveling above the streets because of how slippery things were. It'd be best to take it slow, and easy tonight, the last thing he needs is to slip and fall.
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ℒocation↪ Koi City Roof Tops
ℱeeling↪ Cautious, Cold, and Hungry
ωith↪ Nobody
OOC↪ Sorry, I know it says no novel posts, I promise this is the longest one I will have! I swear x.x