Post by Denzel Kumori on Apr 9, 2012 19:17:16 GMT -5
Sighing, denzel sat on the dock of the harbor with her stuff, waiting for the boat. she was early, and the only one there. It was time for her to leave for awhile....
Her life had a series of unfortunate events. 'Screw this...' She thought as she went over everything in her head.
Meeting Dante, seth, felicity, steele, and phillis.... Massacuring the town and almost attacking phillis....Being revived by Dante, and dante dying. That is one life... on to the next.
Repairing herself, and learning how to get around town even though she was hated... meeting walter. Oh how she missed walter... More then anything. Then there was the tournament. Funny thing, the tournament. Phillis lost his memories, and ended up in a three way battle with Denzel and Steele. Denzel protected phillis, almost killed steele, and then she died...
Apparently, everyone liked her again. Yet the king himself didnt ever really thank her for saving his pathetic ass. Oh, denzel forgot the Namari even existed. She was still pissed at Namari. Namari could of stopped the battle, but the people wanted to see their king. Really? You would let a friend die for that? Fuck it.... It isnt even worth argueing anymore.
After she died, Walter brought her back to life, and brought dante back to life. Things would of been better if Denzel would of stayed dead. she didnt live much at all since then. Basicly, she was still dead, while she was alive.
No friends... Nothing. Walter never visited her for months.... Things were rough. Her and walter broke up... This was her third life, and it was all down hill. Thats what you get for going to hell and being brought back to life by a devil. Yet, how come Dante was a demon, yet Denzel was nothing?
Shrugging, Denzel tossed a rock into the water and scowled. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she played the music box locket around her neck.
She had decided to leave avaleur.... Maybe she would die from some sort of seperation from her grave site. Her original body was probably still there. Maybe thats what this tattoo was... A body rented out from the Ruler of hell himself. Something tugged at her heart though....
The times when she could laugh and smile.... The adventures of SDD.... Being taught by namari... The poem in the church. Meeting phillis.... Spending all that time with Walter...
There were the little things like that, that broke her heart. Leaving was hard. Coming back- if she ever does, will be hard too.
Hugging her knees, she couldnt help but cry as she waited for the boat to arrive. It felt like it was taking forever. Her black hair flowed in the wind, carrying the memories of racing with Felicity and Seth.
The memories kept hitting her, not wanting to give up. It was pathetic. She was pathetic.
Her life had a series of unfortunate events. 'Screw this...' She thought as she went over everything in her head.
Meeting Dante, seth, felicity, steele, and phillis.... Massacuring the town and almost attacking phillis....Being revived by Dante, and dante dying. That is one life... on to the next.
Repairing herself, and learning how to get around town even though she was hated... meeting walter. Oh how she missed walter... More then anything. Then there was the tournament. Funny thing, the tournament. Phillis lost his memories, and ended up in a three way battle with Denzel and Steele. Denzel protected phillis, almost killed steele, and then she died...
Apparently, everyone liked her again. Yet the king himself didnt ever really thank her for saving his pathetic ass. Oh, denzel forgot the Namari even existed. She was still pissed at Namari. Namari could of stopped the battle, but the people wanted to see their king. Really? You would let a friend die for that? Fuck it.... It isnt even worth argueing anymore.
After she died, Walter brought her back to life, and brought dante back to life. Things would of been better if Denzel would of stayed dead. she didnt live much at all since then. Basicly, she was still dead, while she was alive.
No friends... Nothing. Walter never visited her for months.... Things were rough. Her and walter broke up... This was her third life, and it was all down hill. Thats what you get for going to hell and being brought back to life by a devil. Yet, how come Dante was a demon, yet Denzel was nothing?
Shrugging, Denzel tossed a rock into the water and scowled. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she played the music box locket around her neck.
She had decided to leave avaleur.... Maybe she would die from some sort of seperation from her grave site. Her original body was probably still there. Maybe thats what this tattoo was... A body rented out from the Ruler of hell himself. Something tugged at her heart though....
The times when she could laugh and smile.... The adventures of SDD.... Being taught by namari... The poem in the church. Meeting phillis.... Spending all that time with Walter...
There were the little things like that, that broke her heart. Leaving was hard. Coming back- if she ever does, will be hard too.
Hugging her knees, she couldnt help but cry as she waited for the boat to arrive. It felt like it was taking forever. Her black hair flowed in the wind, carrying the memories of racing with Felicity and Seth.
The memories kept hitting her, not wanting to give up. It was pathetic. She was pathetic.