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One month later. . .
Karl woke up from his bed as early as 5:30 am. He shook himself awake and got up. Karl stumbled to the showers and allowed the jet stream of hot water to flow around his body. The water is not scalding, but hot enough to make him really awake. It is another thing that he's missing out on when he's still living as a walking statue.
The feel of water
It was a curious feeling, really. It's neither disorienting or overly pleasing. It's just right. This substance that could cleanse anything, with the help of any cleaning substance, of course. In this case, soap and shampoo. Shampoo for his dirty-blond hair, soap for his body.
The shampoo feels nice on his hair as he scrub it. Smells nice too. It's annoying, though, whenever it would make contact on his eyes at his first time using it. By then, he already know how to keep his eyes closed whenever it runs down his face.
The soap is the same whenever it makes contact on his eyes, by accident of course. However, he feels the most pain when the soap makes contact on his scars by his left eye. Karl wonders at this too, since it shouldn't hurt since it's just a scar. Not a scab or an open wound. Probably the skin there is a bit more delicate or Karl's not used to being a human after this long yet. Maybe it will fade in time.
Maybe never.
The feel of the soap on the rest of his body feels, well, cleansing. No other words for it.
Water feels that way when drank, too.
Karl finished showering, dried himself, and put on his clothes on. He now made his way to the kitchen to make his favorite beverage. Coffee.
He looked around the living room. His suitcase is still lying by the door, unpacked, since he only got this apartment yesterday. It's been a month now since he left the amusement park Castle of Nations. Most of the time, he spent living on the streets performing as a violin street performer, since Karl's reluctant to spend the money Rachel left behind when she was still alive.
Money, another thing humans use for trade. In the Castle of Nations, they don't use money. They use tokens.
Tokens.
Karl's reluctant to use it because it feels like stealing. He feels guilt, not something he felt quite often. Something he never felt in a long time.
Not since he murdered Rachel.
Rachel has $700 in cash. After Karl learned that one of the plastic cards in Rachel's wallet is something called a bank card, he used it to access Rachel's bank account in a bank machine. Karl guessed the PIN by blind luck.
Rachel's own birthday.
Karl cringed at the thought that Rachel would be so careless at such things. When Karl read how much she had left, Karl was amazed.
$50,000.
Quite rich by the looks of it.
Karl didn't use it until he realized that he needed it to survive. He rented this apartment.
Now Karl is looking at a local newspaper to see what kind of jobs he could apply for since living as a human, he needed money.
"Hm. . ." Karl looked at one of the ads for a local orchestra.
"Violinists needed!"
Karl smiled.
Karl woke up from his bed as early as 5:30 am. He shook himself awake and got up. Karl stumbled to the showers and allowed the jet stream of hot water to flow around his body. The water is not scalding, but hot enough to make him really awake. It is another thing that he's missing out on when he's still living as a walking statue.
The feel of water
It was a curious feeling, really. It's neither disorienting or overly pleasing. It's just right. This substance that could cleanse anything, with the help of any cleaning substance, of course. In this case, soap and shampoo. Shampoo for his dirty-blond hair, soap for his body.
The shampoo feels nice on his hair as he scrub it. Smells nice too. It's annoying, though, whenever it would make contact on his eyes at his first time using it. By then, he already know how to keep his eyes closed whenever it runs down his face.
The soap is the same whenever it makes contact on his eyes, by accident of course. However, he feels the most pain when the soap makes contact on his scars by his left eye. Karl wonders at this too, since it shouldn't hurt since it's just a scar. Not a scab or an open wound. Probably the skin there is a bit more delicate or Karl's not used to being a human after this long yet. Maybe it will fade in time.
Maybe never.
The feel of the soap on the rest of his body feels, well, cleansing. No other words for it.
Water feels that way when drank, too.
Karl finished showering, dried himself, and put on his clothes on. He now made his way to the kitchen to make his favorite beverage. Coffee.
He looked around the living room. His suitcase is still lying by the door, unpacked, since he only got this apartment yesterday. It's been a month now since he left the amusement park Castle of Nations. Most of the time, he spent living on the streets performing as a violin street performer, since Karl's reluctant to spend the money Rachel left behind when she was still alive.
Money, another thing humans use for trade. In the Castle of Nations, they don't use money. They use tokens.
Tokens.
Karl's reluctant to use it because it feels like stealing. He feels guilt, not something he felt quite often. Something he never felt in a long time.
Not since he murdered Rachel.
Rachel has $700 in cash. After Karl learned that one of the plastic cards in Rachel's wallet is something called a bank card, he used it to access Rachel's bank account in a bank machine. Karl guessed the PIN by blind luck.
Rachel's own birthday.
Karl cringed at the thought that Rachel would be so careless at such things. When Karl read how much she had left, Karl was amazed.
$50,000.
Quite rich by the looks of it.
Karl didn't use it until he realized that he needed it to survive. He rented this apartment.
Now Karl is looking at a local newspaper to see what kind of jobs he could apply for since living as a human, he needed money.
"Hm. . ." Karl looked at one of the ads for a local orchestra.
"Violinists needed!"
Karl smiled.
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Betrayal.
"Very good Karl. You're learning very quickly." The red-haired girl complemented, sounding thoroughly impressed. "Thank you Rachel." The statue responded with a smile, lowering the violin he was holding. "I'm surprised I've learned this quickly
After all, you did say it was one of the hardest instruments to learn how to play." Karl said, looking the violin over with a curious expression before directing his gaze to his instructor. The woman laughed a bit at this, as if it were a joke.
"Well, you're obviously more adept at playing the violin than a human is." She said, making eye contact with Karl. The statue blinked and looked away in a
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Confrontation
Ah yes, Karl said, looking up at the Castle of Nations. The structure was the source of energy for the inhabitants of the park. It was also known that the castle was more knowledgeable about the magic that flowed through the park then others.
The statue continued Tell me Castle, is there a way out of this park? But of course Karl. Even you should be aware of that. I am. However I was asking about a way for me to leave the park. Do you know of any? If you wish to leave, there are multiple exits available to you. However, the energ
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Karl never thought of himself as human. He was not human, he was a living statue. But even though he despised to consider it, the truth was, apart from the physical aspect of it, he was human. He had emotions. Emotions only humans could know. Emotions like anger & rage. An elephant morns the loss of a family member, but is never vengeful. Karl was thought to be insane, and sometimes, he thought he was insane. But wether or not he was insane, the fact remained, he had emotion. He was not some soulless killing machine. He had emotions, such as greed & envy, & love.
The first time Karl met Climber it was in battle. Climber was def
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YES. KARL IS A COFFEEHOLIC LIKE ME.
I FEEL SO SPECIAL.
I FEEL SO SPECIAL.