1 Respect? What was there to respect... (Open, No kill.) Sat Nov 10, 2012 11:29 pm
Hisoka
D-rank
Blending into the scenery was never easy here; but most people had enough respect for the sanctity of the monument to call him out for being there. He had no reason; the would say. His father was still widely known a a drunken bastard; and his mother was a murdering traitor. Really; he didn't blame them, he thought the same of them; preferring it to the truths. He couldn't take the pity he'd seen in his old teacher's eyes once they'd realized the truth; that on top of everything else wrong, his parents where abusive monsters and that he was some little victim to be pitied and 'helped'.
It was a quiet place, and good for reading. He could sit all day in the warm sun; then light a small fire that, so long as he tossed incense into it, he could pass off as an offering to the fallen heroes. Plenty of light for him to read by into the wee hours of the night. He could sit there quietly for days, if allowed; just taking short, small sips from his water bottle when his mouth became too dry; maybe taking a bit of a few dry berried he carried. He was already a twig; no reason to deny it.
It was a quiet place, and good for reading. He could sit all day in the warm sun; then light a small fire that, so long as he tossed incense into it, he could pass off as an offering to the fallen heroes. Plenty of light for him to read by into the wee hours of the night. He could sit there quietly for days, if allowed; just taking short, small sips from his water bottle when his mouth became too dry; maybe taking a bit of a few dry berried he carried. He was already a twig; no reason to deny it.