RIGBY
i'm another unperson
you created this mess
you created this mess
Down below the city, below where the streets bustled with sellers and thieves indulging in their endless roundabout quarrel, a lover's game if you ask him. Nobody asks him though, and if they did they'd get a morose golden glare. The only thing still bright about him are his eyes, everything else he can keep dark, easily unnoticed, just how he liked it.
Pulling a pack of cigarettes from a sunken pocket, the boy snuck down into the tunnels of Rae's Fingers. They say only smugglers know the way down here, but he'd learned a thing or two over the years. He knew when to avoid the tide, and how to follow his own paths. For now he wouldn't go in far, just to the magma burnt floors still blackened from the past year's eruptions.
Ugh, even Apopo wanted to ruin his alone time, filling his hiding places in with hardened melt.
Rigby stopped and leaned against a wall under a torch, stuffing a cigarette between his teeth and lighting the end. Smoke swirled about his face, welcome company if that was possible. Just Rigby and the ashes.
Pulling a pack of cigarettes from a sunken pocket, the boy snuck down into the tunnels of Rae's Fingers. They say only smugglers know the way down here, but he'd learned a thing or two over the years. He knew when to avoid the tide, and how to follow his own paths. For now he wouldn't go in far, just to the magma burnt floors still blackened from the past year's eruptions.
Ugh, even Apopo wanted to ruin his alone time, filling his hiding places in with hardened melt.
Rigby stopped and leaned against a wall under a torch, stuffing a cigarette between his teeth and lighting the end. Smoke swirled about his face, welcome company if that was possible. Just Rigby and the ashes.
you are the grand designer
revel in our unrest
revel in our unrest
