It was indeed uncomfortable high above a tree, where bugs and their families (or whatever their kind may be, Aboa simply does not care right now) made their main streets out of its bark. Every night he scratched, scratched and scratched with the result of red swollen marks all over his body. Luckily, they did not bothered his face or hair that he treasured so much, or he will probably go freaking insane and kill off every single creature, how small it may be, and lead them to certain death for the sake of a long and nice sleep. And 'long' is meant for like almost twelve hours. Therefore it was no surprise to find his stomach making such unbearable noises that won't be satisfied until he'll get it what it needed which is obviously food. Nearly awoken from his sleep, he rubbed his eyes so forceful as if trying to disturb his ache in the stomache likewise, then let out a long, long sigh. Lazily, he grabbed his little bag which was his only belonging and shook it ruthlessly. Too easy, nothing seems to be inside. Apparently, his food stock went out – which is honestly not to be wondered about, having seen his portion every time he ate. Well, perhaps, it’s just appropriate for someone who only ate two meals a day or even only once. For the other times, he just had overslept, as simply as that.
A yawn escaped his lips as he jumped down. He truly regretted his decision to sleep on the tree, he felt just like that lowly creature, the monkey, but he only commented that he hated bananas. And that’s all he had and wanted to say about that subject.
Back to his poor, poor stomach – it was still rumbling like thunders, loudly and frightening. In that condition he could just eat everything he could get but for fishing was his patience just not enough. He didn't possessed any nerve for that kind of 'skill'. Hunting down food seems to be more promising than waiting like an idiot for the food to come by itself, so he always said. Well, that by side, wild animals are rare in the sector 5, even that had been counted into the cruelties of Sarin, that corrupted war loving country, which Aboa hated so much.
Within the Marked ‘Territory’, if one could say that with all those armed guards around, are aside from that also some wild plants and herbs which had turn to be fairly useful. Aboa was not stupid by randomly eat anything that crossed his way, he knew there is a certain risk that it may contain poison, so he had some plants tested. How, was still a mystery; probably some guards had to say goodbye to their life, or some animals, whatever. His own survival was the most important thing after all. Hence, he easily found supplies to keep him living through the years, though he still is indifferent about the future.
Anyhow, little mushrooms and plants were not satisfying enough after all.
His legs began to move fast. Not his best pace but enough speed to convince his hunger to wait a little longer, just a little longer. The scenery which didn’t changed much since the place where he had rested, now opened a view to a river, which has a beautiful blue colour. Almost looked like its glowing and sparkling, Aboa always had that disturbing feeling that it secretely gave the Marked ones hope, expecting them to not give up on living.It was just so silly.
Before he could prepare himself for a dive into the water and the search for a nice fish, he heard voices not far away from his place where he had stopped in front of the one waterline which already helped many Marked to survive, a simple fortune for those 'poor' Marked, so he once heard a guard mumble. Yeah right, poor, to be pitied but also to be feared and to get rid off; simply an eyesore and a weapon for the human kind. A throbbing pain went through his heart, so bothersome. To forget his worries he cleansed his face quickly with the water and then wiped his face with his shirt afterwards. It took some second for him to calm down, but before one could guess, he already stood on his two feets and went to the direction where he heard the sound from, spotted those two Marked Ones gazing upon something… a flower?
“Well, if that isn’t surprising. The utterly happy smiling unfeminine woman and the always to himself muttering outsider are talking with each other. What will this rare occasion lead to? Would there be a successful ambush from the side of the Marked towards the human kind perhaps, to honour this moment?,” His playful grin was also there which couldn’t be forgotten while he remarked negatively about others without even knowing them well – just like him, uncaring and always exaggerating. A light laugh escaped his lips. “Heh. Not like that is ever going to happen, though.,” There was something about his statement which let it seem to have more meaning behind it than his usual sentences; it had a strange after taste, something that could have to do with the feeling of irritation, or a fact that he couldn’t really accept as easily as he blurted it out. Obviously, he didn’t show it directly to them; he was not that blunt and honest.
Indifferently he glanced at them, starting to search for something he apparently didn’t find. “Any food for me?,” Yes, he honestly dared to ask that after such a very nice greeting (which truly wasn't one) of his. Well, it’s not like he put his hope high anyway.
A yawn escaped his lips as he jumped down. He truly regretted his decision to sleep on the tree, he felt just like that lowly creature, the monkey, but he only commented that he hated bananas. And that’s all he had and wanted to say about that subject.
Back to his poor, poor stomach – it was still rumbling like thunders, loudly and frightening. In that condition he could just eat everything he could get but for fishing was his patience just not enough. He didn't possessed any nerve for that kind of 'skill'. Hunting down food seems to be more promising than waiting like an idiot for the food to come by itself, so he always said. Well, that by side, wild animals are rare in the sector 5, even that had been counted into the cruelties of Sarin, that corrupted war loving country, which Aboa hated so much.
Within the Marked ‘Territory’, if one could say that with all those armed guards around, are aside from that also some wild plants and herbs which had turn to be fairly useful. Aboa was not stupid by randomly eat anything that crossed his way, he knew there is a certain risk that it may contain poison, so he had some plants tested. How, was still a mystery; probably some guards had to say goodbye to their life, or some animals, whatever. His own survival was the most important thing after all. Hence, he easily found supplies to keep him living through the years, though he still is indifferent about the future.
Anyhow, little mushrooms and plants were not satisfying enough after all.
His legs began to move fast. Not his best pace but enough speed to convince his hunger to wait a little longer, just a little longer. The scenery which didn’t changed much since the place where he had rested, now opened a view to a river, which has a beautiful blue colour. Almost looked like its glowing and sparkling, Aboa always had that disturbing feeling that it secretely gave the Marked ones hope, expecting them to not give up on living.It was just so silly.
Before he could prepare himself for a dive into the water and the search for a nice fish, he heard voices not far away from his place where he had stopped in front of the one waterline which already helped many Marked to survive, a simple fortune for those 'poor' Marked, so he once heard a guard mumble. Yeah right, poor, to be pitied but also to be feared and to get rid off; simply an eyesore and a weapon for the human kind. A throbbing pain went through his heart, so bothersome. To forget his worries he cleansed his face quickly with the water and then wiped his face with his shirt afterwards. It took some second for him to calm down, but before one could guess, he already stood on his two feets and went to the direction where he heard the sound from, spotted those two Marked Ones gazing upon something… a flower?
“Well, if that isn’t surprising. The utterly happy smiling unfeminine woman and the always to himself muttering outsider are talking with each other. What will this rare occasion lead to? Would there be a successful ambush from the side of the Marked towards the human kind perhaps, to honour this moment?,” His playful grin was also there which couldn’t be forgotten while he remarked negatively about others without even knowing them well – just like him, uncaring and always exaggerating. A light laugh escaped his lips. “Heh. Not like that is ever going to happen, though.,” There was something about his statement which let it seem to have more meaning behind it than his usual sentences; it had a strange after taste, something that could have to do with the feeling of irritation, or a fact that he couldn’t really accept as easily as he blurted it out. Obviously, he didn’t show it directly to them; he was not that blunt and honest.
Indifferently he glanced at them, starting to search for something he apparently didn’t find. “Any food for me?,” Yes, he honestly dared to ask that after such a very nice greeting (which truly wasn't one) of his. Well, it’s not like he put his hope high anyway.