don't take your guns to town - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: don't take your guns to town (/showthread.php?tid=463) |
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- Josiah Ozario - 12-08-2007 [html]
Josiah was a curious creature by nature, and had already taken to exploring as much of his new territory as possible. Josiah’s hair was tied back now, as it typically was when he went on long journeys. His travels took him today to Die Bohrung, a massive prison located on an island that could only be accessed by a drawbridge. Josiah had pent an hour and a half reaching the other side, mostly because he had not felt the need to be in any rush. Now, he was finally at the prison’s entrance. The signs upon the chain link fence showed that Josiah was not the first to express a desire in entering the prison, for both Mother Nature and brute force had worn the chain link fence into a guard no more effective than if it had been made of silly putty.
Josiah made his way into the prison without much difficulty and began to pace the cells, Zor, his pet rat tucked neatly into his pants pocket, where only his small white head could be seen. Josiah scratched his companion’s head as he walked, stopping occasionally to view a cell, some of which had writing upon them. Various vulgar messages were written upon the walls, other messages showed signs that their authors had lost sanity. Josiah reached out to trace the words with one dark finger, intrigued by the habits of imprisoning that humans had used. - Tamerlane - 12-08-2007 [html]
- Josiah Ozario - 12-08-2007 [html]
Josiah had been lost in another world when the newcomer had arrived. He’d felt as though he was a prisoner himself here, trapped for however long the sentence would last, most for life, to die in these cells just like the creatures at the amusement park from where Josiah had recently visited. He wondered what the worst of crimes had been, and how many of the prisoners had died innocent, while the cruel world around them had been so sure they were guilty.
Josiah did not flinch when the male’s voice reached his ears, for it was soft-spoken and almost soothing. He turned to face his companion, who was a sturdy looking creature who Josiah thought seemed like someone who had traveled himself. "I would say,” he countered, "That such chances are not likely,” he stated quietly, before adding offhandedly, "But I like to think that anything is possible.” The words were matter of fact and almost dreamily stated as his hands continued to caress the carvings upon the walls. Messages of lost souls. - Tamerlane - 12-08-2007 [html]
- Josiah Ozario - 12-08-2007 [html]
Josiah decided that this man was interesting enough based solely on appearance and from the little that he’d heard of him so far, he seemed to be just as inwardly intriguing. The prison was a massive establishment that likely had been the final resting place to a great mass of criminals. Within these walls, Josiah found himself with a strange feeling of weakness, as though he himself were subject to the tortures that the prisoners had endured. At the male’s comments, Josiah nodded in agreement. "It’s funny, that the most magnificent of things could be home to the worst examples of mankind,” he offered, taking a step forward to reach bars that seemed relatively intact. His thick hands fell now to the iron bars, holding them just as a prisoner might have, staring out into the dark scene that would be all he ever saw until the day he died.
"I’m Josiah, by the way,” he said softly. "You?” - Tamerlane - 12-08-2007 [html]
- Josiah Ozario - 12-08-2007 [html]
Josiah pondered the male’s words, but could not bring himself to agree. The inhabitants of the penitentiary had perhaps been intriguing, but Josiah could not bring himself to believe that cold blooded killers and doers of various other horrendous crimes could possibly be magnificent. ”I suppose it would depend on what you view as magnificent,” he countered, not wishing to stir up an argument but merely sharing his thoughts on the matter.
The male shared his name as Tamerlane, an interesting one, in Josiah’s mind. ”Very little,” he admitted, glancing around at the ceilings of the prison. ”In fact, I know very little of Bleeding Souls in itself. I’ve only recently come to these lands,” he offered, shrugging his shoulders slightly as the white rat squirmed about in his pocket. ”Have you been in ‘Souls for very long?” - Tamerlane - 12-08-2007 [html]
- Josiah Ozario - 12-08-2007 [html]
Josiah listened to his words with a new curiosity about the man before him. He supposed his words were true enough, but Josiah’s own generally kind nature disallowed him from seeing someone capable of such cruelty as a magnificent person. Josiah, at a loss for words now, did not respond with more than a nod of understanding.
The words that fell from Tamerlane’s mouth brought the corners of the male’s mouth upward. He had a funny way of thinking, this male, but it was soothing nonetheless, Josiah liked it. ”Indeed,” he commented, reaching in to pull out the small rodent. ”His name is Zor,” he offered, unsure how much Tamerlane would really care, but feeling it only just that he introduce him now. - Tamerlane - 12-08-2007 [html]
- Josiah Ozario - 12-08-2007 [html]
Josiah was glad to see that Zor’s presence was welcomed for a second time by a citizen of ‘Souls. The white rat sniffed at the extended hand for a moment before hopping off of his owner’s and onto the unfamiliar one. Josiah’s eyes trained on his pet for a moment before returning to Tamerlane as he spoke; sure that Zor was quiet literally in good hands.
”Well, I traveled for two years before I came to ‘Souls. I make all kinds of jewelry and I used to trade it in order for the necessities. In my travels, I came upon a man who desperately wanted a diamond ring off of me, but had nothing of value to trade. The man then offered me a rat and I surprised even myself by taking him up on the offer,” he said, reliving the story, a gleam in his eye. ”Zor was young then, just recently weaned, and we grew very close. I take him everywhere,” he finished reaching out to stroke the animal, but allowing him to remain in Tamerlane’s hands. - Tamerlane - 12-08-2007 [html]
- Josiah Ozario - 12-08-2007 [html]
Josiah was a content man, who had always been happy with the simple things in life. Good health, enjoying what you do, all of it. Josiah had been fortunate enough to have quite a privileged life by his own standards. And as Tamerlane had pointed out, it was true that he had been to various interesting places. ”Yes, I have seen many wonders,” he nodded, running a hand lightly over his chin.
”But tell me, Tamerlane, what has brought you to Bleeding Souls?” The question did not have to be answered, for Josiah was not one to pry into the personal lives of those around him, but he figured that if Tamerlane had asked about his own life, it was acceptable to ask for answers in return. - Tamerlane - 12-10-2007 [html]
- Josiah Ozario - 12-10-2007 [html]
Josiah listened quietly, deciding that the male was really quite peculiar, and despite his interesting words, he found it a bit frustrating how much of a mystery the male chose to lead his life in. True, Josiah hadn’t shared much himself, but the male hadn’t asked for elaboration and Josiah had not felt the need to provide it.
”So you are a member of Storm,” he commented, more to himself than to Tamerlane. Josiah had not thought to ask the male where he came from, for Josiah was a member of Jaded Shadows and was not well educated on the neighboring packs in the area. ”Is it nice there?” he asked, sure that Tamerlane would provide an answer that was far more in depth and thoughtful than what Josiah was asking for. - Tamerlane - 12-15-2007 [html]
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