Badfic Manor

[Edward was being particularly careful not to step on any tribbles that were in his room. His steps were light and his hands were up to keep him from touching any as he made his way toward his bed. So far, he has about six in his room of various sizes and colors and one in particular purred and trilled at the corner of his bed. This one could be as scared as he was. It made its way over as Edward sat down and crept onto his lap.

Edward slowly used the flat of his copper palm and touched the creature and a smile came to him since it didn't run away.]

[Edward wasn't given a specific time frame to come inside and not being able to determine if something was too cold or too hot was deadly to the construct. His body slowly began to shut down and slowly, he stopped moving. The power plant in his his body hasn't been given anything to sustain him and he hasn't been able to rest properly to keep his energy up. There was no pain while searching for people in the harsh winter. His joints froze him in place.

The wind pushed against his back and with open eyes, he saw himself fall and he fell with a heavy thud stiffly. Unable to get speak. Unable to move, Edward became too cold to be of help to anyone, Edward's light in his eyes fade to black pools instead of the lively brown.]

[Edward moves through the halls lower floor toward the library. His hair is a constant mess, his ears are fluffy along with his tail. He didn't pay much attention to them since he can't do anything with them anyway.]

I need....a book.

[He crouches down in the corner and stares off into the distance. There wasn't much he could do without causing some damage somewhere.]

Poetry....that would be nice.

[He sighs wistfully. Listening to the birds chirping in the distance caught his attention as he turned his head to listen and the feed cuts off.]

[Along the path, inside the jungle, Edward started looking for his little patch of green and began cutting away at the shrubs. He started shaping them into various art pieces from the bizarre to the beautiful. He used the natural setting as his guide and moved a little from there.

The hibiscus shrubs were not the only things that were shaped. The other flora were being tended to as well and he even did the clean up. He's been working on this now for three days straight and has not grown tired. The night made him more comfortable. The sun only shaded his otherwise very pale skin.

Scars littered his entire body and only a pair of black spandex shorts with a single white stripe was worn. The scars ranged from small to obscenely large with a vivisection scar on his chest. On his spine was a scar that ran from the base of his neck all the way down his spine. At the joints were scars. At the points where his blades were manipulated were scars. The only mark that was not a scar was a large tattoo across his back of black angle's wings in a tribal design. He wasn't even aware of it being there.

He has not gone back to his tent since he arrived. Quietly he toiled. And quietly he stayed to himself and happy to be productive. Even though Edward looked menacingly enough to rip the heart out of anyone that messed with him, he was far from that mentality. So far removed from it that he had a child-like innocence when it came to the world around him.

He smiled upon the completion of his garden and crouched down to admire his work.]

[Edward's face showed confusion as he looked at the device in his hands. He turns it upside down then turns it over and shakes it. His thumb blade had turned on the device by accident but he didn't seem to pay much attention to it as he tilts his head to the left and right. Then out of nowhere, he licks the screen after he reads the words "Blackberry" on the top of his device.]

Yuck.

[He puts the device down and starts looking around his room. His blades catch the reflection of the light but he seems relatively calm despite his new surroundings. His hand reaches out to the curtains and accidentally cuts it.]

Oops.

[He pulls over a chair and tries to hide it but finds that the chair was hard to move without cutting it.]

Um....

[He shuffles away from the chair and tries the door which thankfully was a handle and not a knob. He pulls down the lever and opens the door slowly with a soft creak before stepping out.]

Hello?

[He steps slowly into the hall and blinks. The feed eventually times out when Edward's figure leaves the room.]