|Arya STARK ⚔ lone wolf (needleofmyown) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2012-01-18 01:00:00
|Entry tags:||:action, arianna vard, arya stark, ashura, faith lehane, helix wamtani, ibram gaunt, inara serra, incubator, itachi uchiha, izaya orihara, naoya, ritsuka aoyagi, road kamelot, souji seta, subaru nakajima, tamaki suoh, toph bei fong, ventus, willow rosenberg, yuri lowell, zinda blake|
[Arya trails a long stick behind her as she walks down the street, sometimes tapping the walls and the floor, sometimes swinging it before her at an imaginary enemy all the while muttering to herself. The more she talks, the louder she gets, as she vents her frustrations at being trapped.]
Everything about this place is wrong. The weather, the time, and the people. No one here makes any sense, always from places with strange names or using - foreign words. And nice too - not even knights are as nice back home. But not all of them are nice either, some of them just hide behind a bunch of polite words or talk in riddles. [She smacks the branch viciously against the bricks and it cracks neatly in half. She was sick of feeling this way, of feeling trapped when all she wanted to do was run to her father's side and punish those who murdered her father's guards - her friends, her people from Winterfell. She had to get out, she would get out, she just had to be clever about it. What would she do, once she returned home? Who would she have to kill? Would she really have to kill them? Did she want to? Would she be able to? People in armor were harder to kill than fat stable boys, and the last time had just been an accident, despite her bravado.]
[What would her father say, if he knew that she had killed someone? And then she remembered the whispers she had heard that day, the fear she had felt for her father's safety. I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt him. She thinks, and instead of that familiar anger, all she could feel was...a sense of loss. But she still wanted to know the answer to the one question that stood out among the others, so she sits against the wall and waits.]
[it's a strong attempt at being blank and completely devoid of emotion, but her voice ends up sounding very quiet, as of she doesn't want to be heard.] How strong do you have to be to kill someone?