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OOC: If nothing more I can use this place for my own RP entertainment. Posting soon.
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Light was hardly visible through the wooded surrounds Vincent traveled. For many days he lived on what little the woods offered in substinance. It was a mighty change from his previous indulgence, but Vincent was use to many different quality of lifestyles.
His long dark teal-colored hair hung past his exposed fit pectorals of his chest. His abs now slowly fading. He worn an equally dark blue kosode open at the chest but covering his arms and feet. On his feet he wore white shoes tied securely to his feet. His hands seemed cracked with callus, a true sign of a man who liked to use his hands.
Within the vast darkness he traveled a gentle beam of light from his east sough upon his tired bright blue eyes. It was the first sign of brilliant bright light he had seen in four days now, and it's incandescence was tasking but welcomed. His steps changed towards it's source. It became brighter as he approaced an opening between two trees. It's brilliance saturated most detail, but it was apparent that a structure was present. He bowed his head as he stepped out into the said light consumed with warmth, his thick long hair acting as a shield from the refulgent sun. He allowed a full minute for his eyes to adjust, revealing a vast open plain filled with delicious-looking vegatables. A streaming river lively with fish jumping to catch their insect meals. Amonst all of this was three small structures made professionally of wood atop a small hill. A gentle smoke leaked from one, and even from this distance Vincent picked up the scent of cooking fish and potatoes.
Vincent walked into the vegetable garden admiring the heavenly scenery before him. Memories of a young boy tending to mother's garden of carrots and wheat. The boy was dirty but smiling along side his sweating but beautiful mother, whom was also smiling. Atleast, Vincent thought in his haze of ingnorance, that is what it seemed. Vincent stood amonst the carrot sprouts of this foreign yet familiar serene place, slowly beginning to weep from his blood-shot eyes. He had not released tears since he was a small boy.
Vincent quickly regained his composure under the assumption that this place was occupied by many tendors, and he did not wish to give off the wrong impression about himself, especially infront of strangers. This man continued walking forth down towards what appeared to be a path heading streight for the three structures.
Before he stepped upon the path, Vincent reached down and pulled a single carrot from it's place within the ground. Despite the dirt, it was perfect and looked lively with flavor. It was Vincent's favorite. Vincent dusted the perfection off and arrived on the path walking in search of this magnificent place's owners.
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Vincent reached the shack-like structures with a carrot in his mouth. A smell of charred fish and wilderness filled his lungs with pleasure. He was taking small bites from the carrot held securely in his mouth like many harbor a pipe or wheat strand. He was cautious, for he was clearly intruding. Vincent spoke with a deep voice, decided that anyone who could create such a serene place as this must himself be serence.
"Is there any who live here? I apologise for my intrusion if there is." Vincent said loud enough for his voice to carry through the whole structure.
He admired a steaming hot pot of broiling fish, potatoes and chives. Vincent reached into his blue kosode and removed a white ivory spoon riddled with painted designs of black mist and pink cherry blossom pedals. It's center portion was stained slightly with a brown yellow color, it's outer edges just as white as the day it was first made. Vincent spooned a small portion of the thick broth and brought it to his lips carefully.
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Vincent jumped when he heard the sound of a young boy's voice begin to speak. The action caused Vincent to spill the soup and drop his spoon. With his foot Vincent tried pathedically to stop the object from hitting the smooth flooring, which ultimately proved a failure.
Vincent stood still much like a dog caught sniffing a rice bin, and Vincent couldn't help but feel embarrassment not only for eating food that was not his, but also being such a skilled defender himself caught so easially offguard.
His embarrassment was quickly replaced by slight annoyance as it dawned on him that this individual who had caught him was a young boy. This faded quickly as he realized there was nothing he could do now that he was caught. So Vincent bent down and grasped his spoon from the floor.
Vincent made an uneasy smile as he walked towards the wall and picked his bowl. He filled it with the delicious-smelling meal and sat close to both the boy and the outside. The fields and sun in this place smelt wonderful, and Vincent was eager to enjoy the privilege while he had it.
Vincent looked at the boy as he held his steaming hot soup in one hand. Deep in the back of his mind, he searched for an undefined tale he was once told when he was very young. A story involving a pink-haired man....with bells. The search bothered him much for he was unable to grasp this tale's details adequately, he must have been getting old.
Vincent realized it was hopeless to dwell on past fairytales and myths, and felt he was in the wrong and an apology was in order. He placed his bowl upon the floor infront of him and clasped one hand over a fist and spoke with a slight bow as he sat.
"Pardon...my intrusion young one. I shall enjoy this much needed meal. Um....would your parents happen to be around?" stated Vincent to the boy. "So that I may thank them." Vincent picked up his bowl with spoon and stirred the thick broth allowing the steam to escape from it more quickly.
As he looked at the boy for a response, he realized that he was relaxed and no longer at guard. Vincent was always ready to defend himself....but something about this shack made him feel as if he could worry of nothing in the world, and it would be alright to do so.
This made Vincent smile, but just slightly.
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