Post by Grimmshaw on Jun 20, 2006 23:36:56 GMT -5
My name is Geobi Sans (pronounced jô-bee) and were I to tell you I have noble blood born from a royal family I would be lying. I am a child of the streets, but such is the road for a young hin with a desire to learn of the world around her.
I would venture to say my life began as most do since I vaguely remember a mother and due to nature’s design I can only assume I had a father. Something bad happened that no one that young should have to live through, what exactly it was I can’t remember, but it has left me cold to most of the world. And that is where any similarity to a normal life by hin or even big folk standards ends. From the earliest days I found being cute an advantage that made sure my stomach was full and back was safe, thus is the life of a lone street-rat. I find stating that lifting one’s self out of shadows is a desire found throughout those living within civilization but outside of its sociology, rhetorical. Nevertheless, Iwas living life to the best of my abilities.
Life took a turn due to my desire to nip a pie from a window. I had always tried to leave something when necessity forced me to take something from another but I had nothing to leave and hunger was nearly overcoming my sense of right and wrong. I took out my makeshift knife and cut a healthy wedge from the pie and began to walk away. In a rare instance of failing to keep quiet, the pie’s owner had been watching. My actions of taking only what was necessary lead to approach me, yet to this day I can’t remember seeing him come upon me, he was simply there. He offered me a real meal in trade for some work, which lead to a place to sleep, which lead to doing odd jobs for him. A very old human big folk, he was kind and never once took advantage nor had he ever shown me any malice. In reflection, what he did do was open my eyes to the world and the ideologies of the Old One and the ways toward inner enlightenment. Perhaps the warmth I felt towards the old man and the sensibility he nurtured from within me might thaw my spirit. Perhaps someday.
Geobi Sans Picture
I would venture to say my life began as most do since I vaguely remember a mother and due to nature’s design I can only assume I had a father. Something bad happened that no one that young should have to live through, what exactly it was I can’t remember, but it has left me cold to most of the world. And that is where any similarity to a normal life by hin or even big folk standards ends. From the earliest days I found being cute an advantage that made sure my stomach was full and back was safe, thus is the life of a lone street-rat. I find stating that lifting one’s self out of shadows is a desire found throughout those living within civilization but outside of its sociology, rhetorical. Nevertheless, Iwas living life to the best of my abilities.
Life took a turn due to my desire to nip a pie from a window. I had always tried to leave something when necessity forced me to take something from another but I had nothing to leave and hunger was nearly overcoming my sense of right and wrong. I took out my makeshift knife and cut a healthy wedge from the pie and began to walk away. In a rare instance of failing to keep quiet, the pie’s owner had been watching. My actions of taking only what was necessary lead to approach me, yet to this day I can’t remember seeing him come upon me, he was simply there. He offered me a real meal in trade for some work, which lead to a place to sleep, which lead to doing odd jobs for him. A very old human big folk, he was kind and never once took advantage nor had he ever shown me any malice. In reflection, what he did do was open my eyes to the world and the ideologies of the Old One and the ways toward inner enlightenment. Perhaps the warmth I felt towards the old man and the sensibility he nurtured from within me might thaw my spirit. Perhaps someday.
Geobi Sans Picture