username// manymangoes
name// hydraulic kibiri//hyder kib
gender// male//he him
outfit//you're nobody, hold no place in the upper-class. you're part of the lower class,
and will always be there.
the streetlight above you flickers a few times but stays put. it shines it's harsh,
cold white light down, illuminating the sidewalk below. you think you are the
only one around until you hear a small snicker behind you. turning around, you
scramble for your switchblade kept in your right breast pocket.
behind you is another kalon, although you could've sworn you were alone a
minute ago.
he raises his eyebrow, eyes lazily drifting down your body. and while he is looking
you over, you assess your situation.
the golden-blond kalon is wearing a dark grey, almost silver
waistcoat, with a small, bright orange bow tie tucked beneath the collar.
his
shoes, which have obviously had many hours dedicated to its shine,
are black with thin laces tied in lopsided bunny ears. noticing that he has
stepped forward, you eye him warily. the kalon has now advanced further into
the streetlight, and you give a little chuckle at his shiny black
aviators nestled above his nose. They have a shiny gold
frame, but the lenses themselves are completely opaque.
the kalon notices you staring, and grins.
'i see you like my outfit, stranger. i hoped that everyone would,
as i made it myself. and, of course, although i know everyone loves it already,
it interests me to hear what words they use to describe it.'
he smirks again, and continues speaking.
'so, what do you think of it?'you reply, but he narrows his eyes at your answer. his tone is a quiet, deadly
whisper now.
'ahh, so you don't understand true perfection, only the lies
your petty society has led you to believe. well, news flash for you. i know this outfit
is perfect, just like i know i'm perfect. got it?' he snarls softly, slowly stepping closer to you. you defensively take out the
switchblade you had kept concealed the entire time.
'oh, you're petty toys won't keep the genius mastermind known
as me away for long. mark my words, your crime scene will be the most
perfect of them all.' as he glides away, you catch a glance of his long, wavy hair that was pulled back
into a messy bun before he fades away into the darkness.
...
next time, you won't go out alone after dark.
-- gonna do some coding/prettying up before this is finished---.