02-14-2017, 01:14 AM
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"][color=black] mirtillo, despite the fact that he was able to keep a sense of proper cleanliness, didn't live in a place that would be described as 'swell'.
it was a small little cabin near the outskirts of the city, in one of the more rural neighborhoods that didn't get nearly as dirty as the inner parts of town. of course, it still had some of the bad things that was most prominent near the center of the badlands. cracked roads, trash on the ground, even overgrown lawns that wove around and covered rundown houses. but it was much more neat and tidy than the city's more isolated and smellier areas. it was also much more quiet; there was barely any screams that could be heard close by. only distance croons that someone with an excellent sense of hearing could make out exactly. and of course, mirtillo enjoyed it.
he didn't exactly envy the ones living in dirty alleyways, so of course he had to make do with what he could find. the cabin itself wasn't the best, but it was certainly better than most houses nearby. the peeling paint job was something that mirtillo couldn't fix, and honestly, he couldn't care less. all he cared about was the bed he managed to fix up and the few dingy blankets that he found a few days prior. also the deodorant and other similar stuff he swiped. as long as he was safe and didn't smell like trash, it was all fine with him!
the pastel blue male - that usually stood out from anyone else due to the sheer brightness of his clothing - was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the cabin he lived in, doodling little doodles in the mud with a stick. it wasn't the most fun, but he had enough to eat and drink and didn't need to do anything else survival wise. so this would have to make do!
it was a small little cabin near the outskirts of the city, in one of the more rural neighborhoods that didn't get nearly as dirty as the inner parts of town. of course, it still had some of the bad things that was most prominent near the center of the badlands. cracked roads, trash on the ground, even overgrown lawns that wove around and covered rundown houses. but it was much more neat and tidy than the city's more isolated and smellier areas. it was also much more quiet; there was barely any screams that could be heard close by. only distance croons that someone with an excellent sense of hearing could make out exactly. and of course, mirtillo enjoyed it.
he didn't exactly envy the ones living in dirty alleyways, so of course he had to make do with what he could find. the cabin itself wasn't the best, but it was certainly better than most houses nearby. the peeling paint job was something that mirtillo couldn't fix, and honestly, he couldn't care less. all he cared about was the bed he managed to fix up and the few dingy blankets that he found a few days prior. also the deodorant and other similar stuff he swiped. as long as he was safe and didn't smell like trash, it was all fine with him!
the pastel blue male - that usually stood out from anyone else due to the sheer brightness of his clothing - was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the cabin he lived in, doodling little doodles in the mud with a stick. it wasn't the most fun, but he had enough to eat and drink and didn't need to do anything else survival wise. so this would have to make do!
listen to the whistle through the wind and raindrop.