@hclpingxhand
The point of living in the middle of no where had been, in theory, to be alone. He had spent days - weeks - searching for a community small enough to hide himself away in, far from the bustle of the city and the constant onslaught of other people’s sins. It had been... too much, for him, in the end; the sight of all of the bad blackened whatever good lay within the folk around him, and he couldn’t...
He couldn’t take it, anymore.
For a few days, he had managed to exist in quiet solitude, drifting around the rented cottage with an aimless sort of restlessness that lead to pacing and fitful naps. He had yet to visit the small town that sat a distance away, through the trees, and honestly... he didn’t much care to. He was done with people, finished with their garbage. If he hadn’t been disillusioned before, oh -- he most certainly was now. Nobody deserved anything; not mercy, and certainly not gifts or presents. The entire basis of his father’s supposed ‘holiday’ was a sham, and he... He refused to take part in it. He wouldn’t.
He would stay here, alone, for as long as it took.
At least. That had been his intention. Sitting stock still in his kitchen, though, listening to the insistent knocking at his door, it seemed that fate was determined to throw a wrench into literally all of his plans.
At first, he thought of simply ignoring them. If he didn’t answer, they certainly would just assume he wasn’t home... right? Evidently, not so. The knocking didn’t stop, and it set his teeth on edge. Gripping the edges of the chair, he hauled himself to his feet, storming over to the door. If he greeted them, maybe they’d just finish whatever they wanted and leave... or, even better, if he scared them away, they wouldn’t come BACK.
“WHAT?” He demanded as he pulled the door open, dominating it’s frame like a dark cloud on the horizon. Glowering down at the stranger, his lip curled into a scowl, and he firmly placed himself between whoever this was and the entrance to his house.
“I don’t want whatever you’re selling. I don’t need the word of god. And I don’t need you hammering away at my door like some kind of manic wood pecker -- “
