The Search for Home [Jennifer]
Posted Jul 8, 2018 4:59:22 GMT -7
Post by Karma on Jul 8, 2018 4:59:22 GMT -7
Cars. Motorcycles. Traffic lights. Obnoxiously tall buildings. Oh and the glass. The endless buildings of glass. Karma was lost. The aimless walking and the indecent staring he had endured was starting to irritate him to a boiling point. Literally. Walking for hours was fine on his end, the fact that people--that wore grossly unusual clothing might he say, were taking the time to glare at him so persistently made him feel like he was the outcast. If only they knew who they were setting their eyes on. Nevermind that, actually. Did these creatures even have a king? It seemed like everybody was a peasant with an odd fashion sense. Even the drivers seemed to be nothing close to nobility. What had happened to the world? And how was a prince like him supposed to live in this misery? He was doomed.
Karma had just finished fixing the last set of his armour in an area labelled as a park before he had worn them and made his way to his new home his new palace, the Berlin Cathedral. He had seen this building on the television, a box that showed moving pictures, and it seemed closest to home and he had no idea what lied within its doors but he was going to make sure he finds out. After all, he did need a place to stay and he wasn't liking the idea of a man barking at him for not having 'paid rent', whatever the hell that meant. He had spent his nights in an apartment for free, apparently.
Nevertheless, the man walked the streets of Berlin with a nonchalant look, ignoring the stares his large armour was getting. He made a few turns every now and then but he could never seem to find the Cathedral. It had become a routine to ask bypassers of this place, the language barrier hindering him from actually explaining himself. He had to stick to waving his arms around in an attempt to illustrate what he was asking. Nobody seemed to understand him, in fact, some people even ran away in fear.
"I should've worn the other clothes today." Karma sighed narrowing his eyes.
Karma had just finished fixing the last set of his armour in an area labelled as a park before he had worn them and made his way to his new home his new palace, the Berlin Cathedral. He had seen this building on the television, a box that showed moving pictures, and it seemed closest to home and he had no idea what lied within its doors but he was going to make sure he finds out. After all, he did need a place to stay and he wasn't liking the idea of a man barking at him for not having 'paid rent', whatever the hell that meant. He had spent his nights in an apartment for free, apparently.
Nevertheless, the man walked the streets of Berlin with a nonchalant look, ignoring the stares his large armour was getting. He made a few turns every now and then but he could never seem to find the Cathedral. It had become a routine to ask bypassers of this place, the language barrier hindering him from actually explaining himself. He had to stick to waving his arms around in an attempt to illustrate what he was asking. Nobody seemed to understand him, in fact, some people even ran away in fear.
"I should've worn the other clothes today." Karma sighed narrowing his eyes.