Utopia... A play of aesthetic magnificent beings living unified. Unhappiness seemed like a feeling not pondered by the inhabitants of this Eden on earth. It is only a matter of time until the forbidden fruit will be tasted. Falling from paradise, in a way, is the only way to really have any fun around here...
A small skeletal boy rested on what seemed to be the only dying tree. Not really anywhere, no electronics or people around him. Pondering and wondering about the things this place could still offer him. Any injustice tends to be dealt with by the authorities. Majority of any fun is stolen from him. The blades he carried only for show it seems. Grimm pulled himself up and away from the tree that has homed so many guests. His yellow eyes darted around, really looking for anything of interest. Unfortunately, nothing.
"Train...Train... Improve myself for what?" He smirked when he realized he really just ran around any area with trees slashing at anything. This place was perfect it appears, not needing any help. As if his goal had been achieved without any work from him. Then why did he feel empty?
A scheme of beautiful tranquility will always be shattered by the desires and splendors of wicked men.
He adjusted his black hair out of his eyes and dusted himself off. He then heard gunfire. Then explosives. He did not need his friend to tell him this was his chance.... To help people of course.
To repair the withered and chipped old blade that is humanity, first any dirt and dust that has collected must be wiped away.
He had started walking toward where the explosives originated, soon going into a full sprint.
When he had found that many trees were knocked over, he gritted his teeth. Unnecessary damage to anything pissed him off a bit. Because something can't scream doesn't mean you should stab it... He continued walking and soon he had seen the men with guns holding hostages and prepared to kill anyone. Also some stripping police lady, rewarding people for their crimes with a good view? Strange world, Aye? Unfortunately, he was easily spottable, a few feet away from any other bystander, and had stopped his running immediately when he had found all the armed men.
Some People willing to have fun?