11-05-2019, 11:36 AM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]When he was younger, Roman used to have many things filling the walls of his room that he stayed in. A bed in the corner, covered in pillows and blankets, painting supplies scattered everywhere, a painting he had made of all his friends on the easel when it wasn't being used to make a new painting. Playing cards were usually found in little piles around the room, old electronics that didn't work anymore that needed to be charged scattered all over the bed from when he had been able to play them.
Now? His rooms had been dark and drabby, unable to keep too many of his things with him at a time, until eventually there had been nothing left. He had tried to save as many things as he could, but over the years they had been lost or stolen, or even damaged to no repair either by himself on accident when his emotions had gotten the best of him, or by his father, who had seen it fit to take the things Roman loved and destroy them, since Pluto couldn't actually kill Roman.
The thought of having a place here that he could once more fill with things, filled Roman's heart with Joy, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. The small feline made his way into the old apartment building that they called the fortress, ears pricked as he listened to the sounds around him, a smile forming on his maw. This reminded him of his old home in the castle he used to live in. The sounds of old structure surrounding him, although were not the exact same that he remembered from back then, they were similar, and it made him forget about the bad things that had happened to him in the past year, and so he journeyed on, going up to the second floor of the apartment buildings, then the third, until the three-legged feline finally made it up to the fourth. It wasn't as high up as he could go, but it would be considered high for someone with a limb missing, but he managed to make it. Making his way down the hallway to the end, Roman would carefully open the last door to the left, and walked inside, the tip of his tail making out a little spark of fire in joy.
The room wasn't his perfect dream, but it was something he was happy with. There was a bed, and there was carpet. Old and dusty carpet, but carpet. And it made him happy. Flopping down, the male decided that later, he would look through the old storage closets he would surely be able to find in an apartment complex, or even some of the vacant rooms, in the hopes of being able to find some art supplies to drag here.
Now? His rooms had been dark and drabby, unable to keep too many of his things with him at a time, until eventually there had been nothing left. He had tried to save as many things as he could, but over the years they had been lost or stolen, or even damaged to no repair either by himself on accident when his emotions had gotten the best of him, or by his father, who had seen it fit to take the things Roman loved and destroy them, since Pluto couldn't actually kill Roman.
The thought of having a place here that he could once more fill with things, filled Roman's heart with Joy, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. The small feline made his way into the old apartment building that they called the fortress, ears pricked as he listened to the sounds around him, a smile forming on his maw. This reminded him of his old home in the castle he used to live in. The sounds of old structure surrounding him, although were not the exact same that he remembered from back then, they were similar, and it made him forget about the bad things that had happened to him in the past year, and so he journeyed on, going up to the second floor of the apartment buildings, then the third, until the three-legged feline finally made it up to the fourth. It wasn't as high up as he could go, but it would be considered high for someone with a limb missing, but he managed to make it. Making his way down the hallway to the end, Roman would carefully open the last door to the left, and walked inside, the tip of his tail making out a little spark of fire in joy.
The room wasn't his perfect dream, but it was something he was happy with. There was a bed, and there was carpet. Old and dusty carpet, but carpet. And it made him happy. Flopping down, the male decided that later, he would look through the old storage closets he would surely be able to find in an apartment complex, or even some of the vacant rooms, in the hopes of being able to find some art supplies to drag here.
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