Post by Justice on Oct 31, 2013 23:29:21 GMT -6
Justice wanders into the city, looking around him, examining the many different people of the kingdom that was once his own. He wonders if word has yet leaked of the breakout; if it has concers this purple haired young man little, for Justice left no trace of his existence. Justice made sure that none of the prisoners he convinced to help him would speak of him, and no sign of his inprisonment is left on any form of record. Justice had pointed out to the convicts he "acquired" of who to take care of. Now, no one would remember him.
Justice left signs that would make any who did remember him be sure of his death. A speck of clothing here, a precious object there, anything to make Justice look dead. Even though Camellia decreed Justice a criminal, the citizens of the Diamond Kingdom never knew Justice's face unless they had met him personally, considering the fact that wanted posters were useless when Justice allowed himself to be captured. Even if he is ever recognized, Justice is sure of the plans he has been making to aid in his success.
Justice thinks of what his next move should be; now that he has escaped his fate as a prisoner, Justice no longer has any true followers to speak of. Justice thinks of where he should start. Where does a rebellion begin anyway? Justice supposes that he must first survive before worrying about such things. Justice grabs a bag of food from his bag and begins eating it. This food, once property of the Warden of the Diamond prison, is barely recognizable as anything edible. Justice cringes at the thought of eating it, yet he has few alternatives. Justice downs the food before almost gagging. Justice wishes for the food he once recieved, the food truly fit for a king, the food which now dwells within his own sister's stomach.
Camellia. Justice's mind dwells on his listless sister for a while as he wanders through the streets, reading the street people's body language, looking and listening for any signs of angst, anything that would hint that Justice isn't alone in his quest. Justice thinks of the disdain Justice once felt toward his sister, the hate, the anger, the rage. Justice, at one point couldn't bear the betrayal he experienced as a result of Camellia's less than chivalrous actions. Justice remembers the sheer embarrassment he felt when forced to proclaim the greatness of "her majesty" to the people of the neighboring kingdoms.
Justice forces himself to stop dwelling on the past and continue looking to the future. If Justice is to ever commence his own plans, it will not be a result of his own sulking. So, Justice continues treading this humble-enough looking town, searching for someone who sticks out, someone who could be of use to Justice, in any capacity. Thus, or perhaps, Henceforth, is the beginning of Justice's story.
Justice left signs that would make any who did remember him be sure of his death. A speck of clothing here, a precious object there, anything to make Justice look dead. Even though Camellia decreed Justice a criminal, the citizens of the Diamond Kingdom never knew Justice's face unless they had met him personally, considering the fact that wanted posters were useless when Justice allowed himself to be captured. Even if he is ever recognized, Justice is sure of the plans he has been making to aid in his success.
Justice thinks of what his next move should be; now that he has escaped his fate as a prisoner, Justice no longer has any true followers to speak of. Justice thinks of where he should start. Where does a rebellion begin anyway? Justice supposes that he must first survive before worrying about such things. Justice grabs a bag of food from his bag and begins eating it. This food, once property of the Warden of the Diamond prison, is barely recognizable as anything edible. Justice cringes at the thought of eating it, yet he has few alternatives. Justice downs the food before almost gagging. Justice wishes for the food he once recieved, the food truly fit for a king, the food which now dwells within his own sister's stomach.
Camellia. Justice's mind dwells on his listless sister for a while as he wanders through the streets, reading the street people's body language, looking and listening for any signs of angst, anything that would hint that Justice isn't alone in his quest. Justice thinks of the disdain Justice once felt toward his sister, the hate, the anger, the rage. Justice, at one point couldn't bear the betrayal he experienced as a result of Camellia's less than chivalrous actions. Justice remembers the sheer embarrassment he felt when forced to proclaim the greatness of "her majesty" to the people of the neighboring kingdoms.
Justice forces himself to stop dwelling on the past and continue looking to the future. If Justice is to ever commence his own plans, it will not be a result of his own sulking. So, Justice continues treading this humble-enough looking town, searching for someone who sticks out, someone who could be of use to Justice, in any capacity. Thus, or perhaps, Henceforth, is the beginning of Justice's story.