Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24449631-20140602160057

Samuel woke up.

Upon opening his eyes he noticed he wasn’t in bed. In fact, he lay there on the cold kitchen floor.

''Ugh… Must’ve dozed off… ''

The old imperial thought to himself as he had sort of forgotten what he mess he was just a few hours ago.

But as he got up, his head felt sore.

“Ah…”

Samuel scratched his head. As he looked around he saw the bottle of wine next to him, and the glass, broken, with only a few more drops in it.

“ugh…”

He had probably drank himself to sleep in the kitchen.

“What…” He sounded as he looked around, his head felt extremely heavy, as if his skull was tied to stones pulling it to the floor again.

He did however managed to muster the strength to get up again… barely, He needed the wall for support.

“What, no…” He sounded again, not making sense, even to himself.

Samuel held his head, while he closed his eyes. The stinging pain in his head… he was hung-over. That happened for well over a decade.

“What it really that long ago?” He questioned himself about the fact.

“pooh… I need to sit down for a bit.” He stumbled to his armchair next to his fireplace, though it wasn’t burning.

A stream of morning light hit him in his face as he got seated. The sun had always done that, made him consider to move the chair once, but for some reason he never did… It didn’t matter anymore  though, he’d be soon gone from this place… banished if you will.

<p class="MsoNormal">The light seemed to do him good though, as if it went straight through his flesh and bone and into his brain, releasing the tension on his aching head.

<p class="MsoNormal">He dropped his head backwards in the chair.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah…” He relaxed.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only, for a few seconds he knew peace and quiet. But it seemed like an eternity to Samuel.

<p class="MsoNormal">He opened his eyes, bringing him back to the cold reality that was the mess he called life.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He will know…” the former Penitus Oculatus agent murmured to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kaizen, will know… And he will come…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He rubbed his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“he will come….”

<p class="MsoNormal">He stopped rubbing his eyes but didn’t as of yet left his fingers.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But I will come for him first.”

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