A Hung Man
Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 6:01 am
Sitting in the shop, dressed only in a pair of black trousers and a black shirt, Richard pulls out an inkwell and a quill. He gazes at the paper his golden eyes glazed over, one hand running through his black hair. Gripping the quill pen gently, he begins to write a letter.
To anyone who might care,
I am sick of everything. Tonight only proved it more to me. I was willing to give up my being to become an undead creature of the night. I have lost all my sense of purpose. Life just seems to drag on now. The only person I ever cared about...she left me all alone. I know it could never be more than a friendship, yet even that was stripped from me. The one thing that made me sane. I have decided to end it tonight while no one is around to see it, or to care. I am sorry for everyone whom I have ever hurt before in my past. I hope you can come to forgive me someday.
Maggie, if you ever hear about my death from someone I want you to know this, I loved you with all my heart and will always be with you. Even once I am gone think of all the good times we had together. There were many. Only you saw and knew who I was truly, only you actually cared what became of me. I am forever in your debt, and eternally grateful for that. I love you.
Into the flames I go,
Richard Martins
Richard finishes the letter and looks up at the empty room. "It is so quiet," he whispers. Standing up he goes to the door taking his last look at the world outside, the birds flying through the air, the insects buzzing, and the sound of the wind rustling through the branches. The sun beaming down on the land brings a slight smile to his lips before he turns around and goes back inside heading to his depot. Pulling a length of rope out of it, he places the inkwell, and the quill into the depot. Taking one last look at his worldly possessios he shuts the chest with a grim look upon his face. Turning around he goes to the counter and climbs up onto it. Looking up at the ceiling he finds a sturdy rafter in the middle of the room. It seems worn with age but strong enough to support his weight. Tying the rope to the rafter he then makes a noose in the end he is holding placing it around his neck. "It is too bad it had to be this way." Gazing one last time around the shop he clutches the letter tightly in his hand and steps foward of the counter. With his last breath before he drops a name can be heard spoken, "Maggie..." then only the sound of gurgles and a sharp snap as his neck is broken. Looking at him his face has a smile on it as he swings to and fro from the rope, a smile imprinted upon his features in death.
((Open RP...I guess))
To anyone who might care,
I am sick of everything. Tonight only proved it more to me. I was willing to give up my being to become an undead creature of the night. I have lost all my sense of purpose. Life just seems to drag on now. The only person I ever cared about...she left me all alone. I know it could never be more than a friendship, yet even that was stripped from me. The one thing that made me sane. I have decided to end it tonight while no one is around to see it, or to care. I am sorry for everyone whom I have ever hurt before in my past. I hope you can come to forgive me someday.
Maggie, if you ever hear about my death from someone I want you to know this, I loved you with all my heart and will always be with you. Even once I am gone think of all the good times we had together. There were many. Only you saw and knew who I was truly, only you actually cared what became of me. I am forever in your debt, and eternally grateful for that. I love you.
Into the flames I go,
Richard Martins
Richard finishes the letter and looks up at the empty room. "It is so quiet," he whispers. Standing up he goes to the door taking his last look at the world outside, the birds flying through the air, the insects buzzing, and the sound of the wind rustling through the branches. The sun beaming down on the land brings a slight smile to his lips before he turns around and goes back inside heading to his depot. Pulling a length of rope out of it, he places the inkwell, and the quill into the depot. Taking one last look at his worldly possessios he shuts the chest with a grim look upon his face. Turning around he goes to the counter and climbs up onto it. Looking up at the ceiling he finds a sturdy rafter in the middle of the room. It seems worn with age but strong enough to support his weight. Tying the rope to the rafter he then makes a noose in the end he is holding placing it around his neck. "It is too bad it had to be this way." Gazing one last time around the shop he clutches the letter tightly in his hand and steps foward of the counter. With his last breath before he drops a name can be heard spoken, "Maggie..." then only the sound of gurgles and a sharp snap as his neck is broken. Looking at him his face has a smile on it as he swings to and fro from the rope, a smile imprinted upon his features in death.
((Open RP...I guess))