Post by josieangelo on Dec 29, 2009 13:16:22 GMT -5
Josie listened to the pitter patter of the drenching rain outside; it’s tough yet splattered melody inspired yet another melody from inside the musician’s soul. The world could make such gentle melodies, yet at the same time make the harshest of all symphonies. Sitting upon his couch he began to wonder what he should do, the house had been clean thoroughly of any type of blood, and the broken windows had been fixed, with enough metal to withstand a truck. Sure it had taken days to get the materials and days to get it together but it was worth it. Not only that but had made sure to make the house look as least attention grabbing as possible especially adding the crashed car to its side. Everything was perfect, including the supplies he had scavenged throughout the ruined houses, all which were perfect for traps outside.
Sure they were simple traps but if all that military training had served for anything, it provided a distraction, and a warning in case of an attack. Josie set a few boxes down on the side, already considering the use of them, distraction mostly. Sitting up he placed his violin in the right position and began to play a soft tune to compliment the sound on the outside. It drifted throughout the house ever so gently in perfect harmony with the violent downpour outside, and his ear kept it so. As Josie played He sighed deeply solitude was something he was so accustomed to yet at the same time, he was sick of it.
Perhaps he should find a way to join the military at the haven, but they probably would use him as a chew toy, Josie knew his mind wasn’t stable enough. If only things had been different, yet now it was too late, first impressions were everything and he had ruined his at the haven. Jose began to scribble on his journal ever so carefully after putting the violin down. “Society… how it had come to this, just insignificant pockets of resistance trying to survive, against a daunting force. How could humanity have any hope of becoming what it once was, or any of the other races for that matter? Humans what had they done, Biochemical warfare, genetic experiments and not even trusting the other species that so clearly had power, who could have possibly started all this suffering?
God, what did he have to do with anything, for any matter there was never a god, just a group of humans who were afraid of death and decided to imagine a positive outlook. To create an useable ruler, which stripped them of rights, of freedom, and yet they say they all have free will. Then they created governments under god, which were supposed to last throughout the ages, and now, are nothing more than rubble. Yet they gave it all up for a sense of unity, to have a guaranteed protection from the horrors of this world. And now there was no government, Just a united human, and a werewolf resistance, fighting off against the creations, of Pandora’s Box, and a race of warriors. Yes Pandora’s Box, is not a creation of god, ye a creation of mankind, and that is what rotted this world to the very core.”
Sighing deeply, Josie picked up the instrument again and began to play, Mozart’s Requiem, Making sure to tighten his grey trench coat around him to keep him warm.
Sure they were simple traps but if all that military training had served for anything, it provided a distraction, and a warning in case of an attack. Josie set a few boxes down on the side, already considering the use of them, distraction mostly. Sitting up he placed his violin in the right position and began to play a soft tune to compliment the sound on the outside. It drifted throughout the house ever so gently in perfect harmony with the violent downpour outside, and his ear kept it so. As Josie played He sighed deeply solitude was something he was so accustomed to yet at the same time, he was sick of it.
Perhaps he should find a way to join the military at the haven, but they probably would use him as a chew toy, Josie knew his mind wasn’t stable enough. If only things had been different, yet now it was too late, first impressions were everything and he had ruined his at the haven. Jose began to scribble on his journal ever so carefully after putting the violin down. “Society… how it had come to this, just insignificant pockets of resistance trying to survive, against a daunting force. How could humanity have any hope of becoming what it once was, or any of the other races for that matter? Humans what had they done, Biochemical warfare, genetic experiments and not even trusting the other species that so clearly had power, who could have possibly started all this suffering?
God, what did he have to do with anything, for any matter there was never a god, just a group of humans who were afraid of death and decided to imagine a positive outlook. To create an useable ruler, which stripped them of rights, of freedom, and yet they say they all have free will. Then they created governments under god, which were supposed to last throughout the ages, and now, are nothing more than rubble. Yet they gave it all up for a sense of unity, to have a guaranteed protection from the horrors of this world. And now there was no government, Just a united human, and a werewolf resistance, fighting off against the creations, of Pandora’s Box, and a race of warriors. Yes Pandora’s Box, is not a creation of god, ye a creation of mankind, and that is what rotted this world to the very core.”
Sighing deeply, Josie picked up the instrument again and began to play, Mozart’s Requiem, Making sure to tighten his grey trench coat around him to keep him warm.