- Messages
- 403
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Age
- 24
Knox was always at a loss over how to spend his free time. Without any life goals or passion he wanted to pursue, not knowing how to spend his time was a problem Knox found himself caught in most days, and a problem he found was further aggravating when he remembered his level of freedom. Knox realised that when he had the all the freedom in the world to spend his time however he wanted, for the life of him he couldn't figure out what he wanted to do with it, or what he was supposed to be doing. When Knox lived with his parents he spent his time daydreaming of being anywhere else, and now that he was living independently he realised there was nothing else he could daydream about. He had effectively found the freedom he had always dreamed of, but had no idea of what to make of said freedom. It was freedom Knox knew he was wasting.
The feeling of being all cooped up in his flat on a late spring afternoon wasn't helping Knox's predicament, either, he quickly realised. So in the midst of feeling frustrated about his situation and its dead endlessness, Knox had decided to grab his guitar, letting it hang on his back by the strap as he headed out the door of his flat and to Tākarokaro Park. It was a little out of the way from where he lived however he thought the sunshine and promise to feel less suffocated by the fact he was otherwise wasting his spare time would be worth the journey. Knox walked around for a few minutes after he arrived, keeping to himself before eventually settling on the grass and getting comfortable as he shifted to hold his guitar in his lap. The blue sky and fresh smelling air made for a nice backdrop for his music, Knox couldn't help but think as he began to pluck through a few chords. In Knox's rush out the door he hadn't thought to bring a song book with him, and he also had no song in mind he wanted to play. But that was the point to his playing he soon decided, so he could practice the chords he knew, at least until he found a few that matched enough to be repeated and woven into something that sounded like a song. If Knox left the park that day with something that resembled a song, he hoped it might make him feel less overwhelmed by the fact he was otherwise doing nothing.
The feeling of being all cooped up in his flat on a late spring afternoon wasn't helping Knox's predicament, either, he quickly realised. So in the midst of feeling frustrated about his situation and its dead endlessness, Knox had decided to grab his guitar, letting it hang on his back by the strap as he headed out the door of his flat and to Tākarokaro Park. It was a little out of the way from where he lived however he thought the sunshine and promise to feel less suffocated by the fact he was otherwise wasting his spare time would be worth the journey. Knox walked around for a few minutes after he arrived, keeping to himself before eventually settling on the grass and getting comfortable as he shifted to hold his guitar in his lap. The blue sky and fresh smelling air made for a nice backdrop for his music, Knox couldn't help but think as he began to pluck through a few chords. In Knox's rush out the door he hadn't thought to bring a song book with him, and he also had no song in mind he wanted to play. But that was the point to his playing he soon decided, so he could practice the chords he knew, at least until he found a few that matched enough to be repeated and woven into something that sounded like a song. If Knox left the park that day with something that resembled a song, he hoped it might make him feel less overwhelmed by the fact he was otherwise doing nothing.
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