Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24449631-20140601102405

Samuel felt like crying.

He had practically lived here for over ten years. This was home!

And now, just like that, he had to move out, so some stiff-up tart could live here.

He opened the door to his former Elven Garden district residence.

Elven Garden district houses had somewhat gone up in price, middleclass houses that now were seen as chique and expensive. Most middleclass citizens now lived in Elven Path, the district west from here.

The gardens behind the houses had since then grown even more beautiful; a sharp contrast to the huge smokestacks down the road and into the originally titled: Factory district.

''Ah, but no matter… ''

Within three days Samuel had to pack up and leave, and since he doesn’t have any friends, moving out would be a damn chore.

Sure he had “friends” at his former work, but those were more colleques he had a drink with now and then. His job and ambition were far more important to him. Now looks where it has brought him: No friends, no house, no job… Just loneliness.

He turned the key in the lock, probably for the last time and opened the door.

Inside, everything was like it had always been, the house was completely unaware of the situation, Selano now found himself in. It just is… Was…

Now he had to ruin this picture. Pack up and leave…

He closed the door behind him and walked to the kitchen, with a black and white tiled floor, and poured himself a drink with the bottle that stood there in some sort of ice preserving contraption, perfectly fitted for wine bottles.

As he poured himself a drink he started to think about his life… How would he move on from this? He was already 52 and though, he didn’t really look like it, that was already pretty old.

“What am I going to do now?” He sounded to himself, desperate for an answer.

“That job was my life… And now it’s gone.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Stupid Bishop… By the nine I’ve always despised him…” He started to look for all the flaws in the people he once considered “friends, but not really”.

<p class="MsoNormal">He took a generous sip from his wine, as if his mouth had gotten dry already.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Always been a coward, didn’t have the balls for the job… People even said he only used the Burning Pesidiyol. He didn’t even waterboard Kaizen… So afraid of blood, it’s hard to believe the fucker didn’t keel over by the sight of the bloody lizard…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“sigh… That lizard…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kaizen…” He muttered with both love and hate.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What a character. In some ways I respect him. He certainly is better trained than any of my agents… My former agents…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sad he chose the path of the Dark Brotherhood, although I’m pretty sure from what I’ve seen it wasn’t a choice… Despite his stubborn behaviour. He’s shown a great deal of his personality and weaknesses. You always do when tortured, no matter how resilient you are.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight finished his drink and walked back to the door to check his mail.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Oh look… The black horse courier… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He thought annoyed as he saw the paper lying there on the floor. A miracle he didn't see it earlier, though he probably had his mind on other things.

<p class="MsoNormal">He sighed as he picked it up, it already revealed part of the front page…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Horrible torture pract…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He unfolded it so he could read it proper. Back in the office he was too angry to care, but now… well… He had all the time in the wold, frankly.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Horrible torture practices in P.O. HQ

<p class="MsoNormal">''At around 11:00 PM yesterday night, a large prison break occurred in the Imperial Legion and Penitus Oculatus (I.L.A.P.O.) headquarters. Witnesses first on the scene also reported a third party involving itself soon after. Whether or not they were working together with the inmates is unclear but the city guard has made a statement that an investigation is pending and there is no cause for alarm. An interesting proposition when it has come to light, via leaked documents that had gone missing during the assault on the building, that the Penitus Oculatus does not abide under the strict rules of the “information extraction law of the empire – 220” Instead, horrible torture practices were allowed on the inmates with severe psychological and physiological damage as a result. Under the approving eye of Agent Knight aka Samuel Selano the Pe… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel stopped reading for a bit and looked back:

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Under the approving eye of Agent Knight aka Samuel Selano” ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“IS THE BLOODY FOOL GONE MAD!” Samuel shouted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sure!” he started to talk to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kaizen escapes and you give him my fucking name! Sure!” He threw the paper to the floor again. And held his hairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">This news disturbed him deeply.

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel started to bite his nails.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now… He’s coming for me… I can feel it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s coming…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“He probably struck a deal with Bishop… They’re after me… of course, how could I not have seen it, it all makes sense now…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“They’re all after me!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“THEY’RE ALL AFTER ME!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do I do!” He shouted before he broke down and slide to the ground against the wall, scared and in tears.

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