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Nathaniel Khatkorshe
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This City of Lies
« Thread Started on Mar 13, 2007, 1:49pm »

Dusk. How perfect a sunset it would have been had there not been interference from the towering buildings that lined the horizon. They shot up, each a new height and shape. They had to be set apart from the others somehow, now didn't they? A niche here and there, and voila! Architecture at its finest, no? Hardly. Clones, nearly every one of them. Their "special" attributes made them no different than the others. Uniqueness could not exist in so congested an atmosphere.

In one of the smaller buildings that littered the city, Nathaniel Khatkorshe stood. Pressing his forehead against the window, he peered out at the waste of a city. His body weight leaned on the glass. Muttering incoherently as he thought aloud, he moved from the window, not bothering to shut the blinds.

His small condominium reflected him in no way. Although it was in dire need of being nominated for an interior renovation television show, the person who had decorated it had at least put some effort into making it cheery, much more than what Nate himself would have done. But the atmosphere was far from cheery inside the cramped area. Oh, bright colors found their way into the draperies and the walls, but to the caliginous mind of Nathaniel, this only added to the bleakness of it all. Brooding came naturally to him, and now, only hours after a large problem had arrived with the latest shipment of certain illegal items, Nate was teeming with schemes to secure himself for the present. The first of which, would require him to be rid of the annoyance who had been screeching in his ear and pecking at his shoulder for nearly two months. Her name was Carissa, and she had clung to Nate's arm since he first met her at the club in the downtown area. Exceedingly glad to finally have the opportunity to be rid of his cover up, for that was what she truly was, Nate smirked. Flicking one of the girlish trinkets that lay on the counter to the floor, he mumbled to himself. "Goodbye, beautiful." Carissa had been a pawn of Nate’s for those two months. Of course, he did not allude to his use of her, but was quiet in asserting that she was only tolerated. Carissa was a vacuous girl whose desire for the finer things in life was great, but whose inner ambition to gain said items was very low indeed. She was easily manipulated, and this was why she had lasted so long under the same roof with him. He growled softly as he strode solemnly past the coffee table, arrayed in candles colored with the soft lustre that would indicate spring time. He glanced at his watch. She would be home soon. Time to create a scene. Walking into their bedroom, he reached for his guitar. It was his coveted joy, and she knew this. He had made it explicitly clear that she was not to even breathe around it. He inhaled deeply as he sat down on the bed, pondering and toying with the idea, almost dreading what he was about to do. He stood once more, walking to the closet to retrieve the wire cutters from his tool box. Clenching his jaw, he lifted the instrument, and with difficulty, he sliced the wires. There went his darling. He could have destroyed something else, but to keep her away for good, he knew that the damage would have to be unforgivable, and something of this caliber was certainly an evil openly unpardonable. After putting the wire cutters on the floor near her dresser, he stalked out of the room. The fight had to be mutual. If she was mad at him, she would soon talk herself out of it and return, and if he were angry at her, she would beg and plead. No, he had to assure distance forever. He strode into the bathroom, grabbing the nearest lipstick, and smudged a bit on the collar of his shirt. He doused himself in his own cologne, to attract attention, as if he were attempting to hide the unwanted scent of another. Then, putting her lipstick back to look perfectly untouched, he returned to the living room once more. Flopping down in the armchair, he placed the guitar on his knees and sat back, staring at the door, bidding his time. At her entrance he would cause a scene and soon he would be rid of her forever.

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(yes, I am aware that I haven't any information up for him, and that this post is really useless because no one can reply to it unless they want to knock on the door or something & enter that way, but..*shrug* .. I had muse..worthless..but still)

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