Carving. (Open RP Thread)
Jun 25, 2012 22:15:27 GMT -5
Post by kain on Jun 25, 2012 22:15:27 GMT -5
(OOC: Anyone who would like to interact with my character my join without having to ask. Obviously, you must be a D7 roleplayer to partake.)
A block of wood is heavy at first; weighted down by some unseen potential. A blade, which normally to humans is threatening, is used to carve the piece of wood, revealing what lies beneath the large, rectangular canvas. Kain holds his long, sharp metal blade up into the air, twisting it around in his hand and examining it curiously. He thinks slightly about the Peacekeepers - how he'd love to slowly and silently slit ones throat while they slept. Oh, the joys of daydreaming. But then, who didn't dream about killing a Peacekeeper or two... or three... or all of them? Kain just didn't like them - period. Most of them that he had met were mean, and didn't much care for the lives of anyone in District Seven. But the thing that he always had to think - a sort of last laugh to keep his hopes high - was that the Peacekeepers needed District Seven. The entire Capitol needed District Seven.
It wasn't the people in particular that they needed. However, they did need the items which District Seven had created. Wood was their specialty - they knew how to do almost anything with it. They all learned how to carve and cut and break and shape wood to their wills. The "high-life" people of the Capitol? Ha! He'd love to watch one of those no-brained idiots try to carve a statue like him. Show a member of the Capitol a blade, and they automatically think of murder. Pathetic. Show a blade to someone from District Seven, and they could give you just about twenty different things to do with it - none of which involved homicide. But the Peacekeepers let the people of District Seven have their blades and their axes and whatever-the-hell else they needed, because without all of their good little "murder tools", the Capitol couldn't get their grubby claws on the items District Seven made.
Kain's arm began to ache - which it would do every now and again after the accident he had in the forest. He was lucky that he got to keep his arm, though. Let alone be able to use it. He came close to losing it, though - something that he vowed to never happen again for as long as he lived.
He whistled slightly, sitting high up in a branch in one of the taller, wider trees. The block of wood in his hand slowly began to change shape as he began to carve away at it slowly, piece by piece. In the distance, he could hear some of the workers cutting down a tree; but he paid little attention to it, and instead just kept carving.
A block of wood is heavy at first; weighted down by some unseen potential. A blade, which normally to humans is threatening, is used to carve the piece of wood, revealing what lies beneath the large, rectangular canvas. Kain holds his long, sharp metal blade up into the air, twisting it around in his hand and examining it curiously. He thinks slightly about the Peacekeepers - how he'd love to slowly and silently slit ones throat while they slept. Oh, the joys of daydreaming. But then, who didn't dream about killing a Peacekeeper or two... or three... or all of them? Kain just didn't like them - period. Most of them that he had met were mean, and didn't much care for the lives of anyone in District Seven. But the thing that he always had to think - a sort of last laugh to keep his hopes high - was that the Peacekeepers needed District Seven. The entire Capitol needed District Seven.
It wasn't the people in particular that they needed. However, they did need the items which District Seven had created. Wood was their specialty - they knew how to do almost anything with it. They all learned how to carve and cut and break and shape wood to their wills. The "high-life" people of the Capitol? Ha! He'd love to watch one of those no-brained idiots try to carve a statue like him. Show a member of the Capitol a blade, and they automatically think of murder. Pathetic. Show a blade to someone from District Seven, and they could give you just about twenty different things to do with it - none of which involved homicide. But the Peacekeepers let the people of District Seven have their blades and their axes and whatever-the-hell else they needed, because without all of their good little "murder tools", the Capitol couldn't get their grubby claws on the items District Seven made.
Kain's arm began to ache - which it would do every now and again after the accident he had in the forest. He was lucky that he got to keep his arm, though. Let alone be able to use it. He came close to losing it, though - something that he vowed to never happen again for as long as he lived.
He whistled slightly, sitting high up in a branch in one of the taller, wider trees. The block of wood in his hand slowly began to change shape as he began to carve away at it slowly, piece by piece. In the distance, he could hear some of the workers cutting down a tree; but he paid little attention to it, and instead just kept carving.
