08-04-2018, 03:06 AM
It had been a rather tiring day for the young looking man known as Ivy. He did not quite leave his dwellings often, for today had been the first time in what would be around two and a half months..to his knowledge anyways. He was not quite the best at keeping track of time when he did not have a clock to keep it with.
Although nobody could quite keep time, could they? time was a fickle and slippery thing that seemed to always screw you over. It was not something you could hold or something that you could control, it was ever flowing and ever fucking people over.
One of those people was Ivy.
The man had been brought out of an episode by a knock upon his door, the simple thump having drawn him from an emotionless, dreamless state. He had ventured outside, only to be realise that there wasn't actually anybody there. Did it happen to have been stray debris or was it some random entities way of drawing him out? he had pledged himself to a few different goddesses over the years to be honest.
He had wandered the town of Morgan Heights and greeted a few people, most of whom did not know him, and some various animals. He had checked on his mother and younger sister before finally heading out.
Ivy had grabbed a few bottles of rum, they were the only remainders from his moonshine phase during the 1700's, and left the town, not wanting his family to witness his semi-monthly ritual of getting drunk enough to kill a lesser man and gorging. He usually stayed inside of his dwellings during this period but had decided that he would rather wander today, he was out of his house after all.
Ivy would regret this as he stumbled into an unknown building a few hours later, probably around one or two in the morning, with tears dripping down his face and an emptiness that had not left him. He'd sniff a few times and wipe his runny nose with the sleeve of his shirt, not really caring about the general mess that he was right now.
His shorts and sweater were caked with mud and what appeared to be a reddish substance, most likely blood but it was impossible to tell if it was his or not. He left a dirty trail of footprints down the aisles, squinting as the products on the shelf through bleary eyes, unable to discern what he was really looking at.
The familiar red square of the cheez-its made itself known to Ivy and a lazy smile appeared upon his lips, although he was still, very obviously, crying.
It was but a few moments later that he found himself curled into a ball on the ground, a few types of cheese products around him. Cheez-its were absolutely everywhere, crushed and just spread around with what appeared to be an odd goldfish cracker or two in the mix, and a large, more than half empty, bag of shredded cheese poked out of the dirty man-ball that he currently was.
He was obviously still crying pretty heavily while eating, for the only clean part of him seemed to be the tear streaks down his face. He'd have to stop eating every now and then because he was simply crying too hard.
You could not really tell what he looked like through the grime, although his ears were a bit too pointed if you looked closely and his teeth seemed to be a bit too sharp when under inspection. He appeared to be wearing a very, very dirty pair of grey sport shorts and a dark blue sweater with a concerning amount of blood staining it. His ankle length hair was matted and absolutely filthy, containing chunks of food, what appeared to be some leaves and twigs, some congealed blood and a whole bunch of who-knows-what.
He was an absolutely pitiful sight to look upon and he had eaten quite a lot of food already, despite the pain that he was in due to the fact that he was actually lactose intolerant, and was not going to stop until he passed out.. slightly unlikely due to what seemed to be an empty six-pack of redbull a few feet away from him.
Poor Ivy.
[this was very bad, don't feel the need to match the length]
Although nobody could quite keep time, could they? time was a fickle and slippery thing that seemed to always screw you over. It was not something you could hold or something that you could control, it was ever flowing and ever fucking people over.
One of those people was Ivy.
The man had been brought out of an episode by a knock upon his door, the simple thump having drawn him from an emotionless, dreamless state. He had ventured outside, only to be realise that there wasn't actually anybody there. Did it happen to have been stray debris or was it some random entities way of drawing him out? he had pledged himself to a few different goddesses over the years to be honest.
He had wandered the town of Morgan Heights and greeted a few people, most of whom did not know him, and some various animals. He had checked on his mother and younger sister before finally heading out.
Ivy had grabbed a few bottles of rum, they were the only remainders from his moonshine phase during the 1700's, and left the town, not wanting his family to witness his semi-monthly ritual of getting drunk enough to kill a lesser man and gorging. He usually stayed inside of his dwellings during this period but had decided that he would rather wander today, he was out of his house after all.
Ivy would regret this as he stumbled into an unknown building a few hours later, probably around one or two in the morning, with tears dripping down his face and an emptiness that had not left him. He'd sniff a few times and wipe his runny nose with the sleeve of his shirt, not really caring about the general mess that he was right now.
His shorts and sweater were caked with mud and what appeared to be a reddish substance, most likely blood but it was impossible to tell if it was his or not. He left a dirty trail of footprints down the aisles, squinting as the products on the shelf through bleary eyes, unable to discern what he was really looking at.
The familiar red square of the cheez-its made itself known to Ivy and a lazy smile appeared upon his lips, although he was still, very obviously, crying.
It was but a few moments later that he found himself curled into a ball on the ground, a few types of cheese products around him. Cheez-its were absolutely everywhere, crushed and just spread around with what appeared to be an odd goldfish cracker or two in the mix, and a large, more than half empty, bag of shredded cheese poked out of the dirty man-ball that he currently was.
He was obviously still crying pretty heavily while eating, for the only clean part of him seemed to be the tear streaks down his face. He'd have to stop eating every now and then because he was simply crying too hard.
You could not really tell what he looked like through the grime, although his ears were a bit too pointed if you looked closely and his teeth seemed to be a bit too sharp when under inspection. He appeared to be wearing a very, very dirty pair of grey sport shorts and a dark blue sweater with a concerning amount of blood staining it. His ankle length hair was matted and absolutely filthy, containing chunks of food, what appeared to be some leaves and twigs, some congealed blood and a whole bunch of who-knows-what.
He was an absolutely pitiful sight to look upon and he had eaten quite a lot of food already, despite the pain that he was in due to the fact that he was actually lactose intolerant, and was not going to stop until he passed out.. slightly unlikely due to what seemed to be an empty six-pack of redbull a few feet away from him.
Poor Ivy.
[this was very bad, don't feel the need to match the length]
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