kinetta, elias

POSITIVE TRAITS

NEGATIVE TRAITS

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❖ Once upon a time, a beautiful poetess and a charming artist gave birth to a killer and an abductor, who started off as any normal kid, innocent and curious. That child grew up in a poor family without really understanding much, since though his parents were knowledgeable, they were too interested in their spectrum of hobbies than their own son. He felt that it was normal. He was never taught better. Which is why he though the world was a little more fucked up than it actually is. Elias Kinetta, a small child, was the one to take care of all the practical problems at home, and even the more complicated problems, and his parents only to sign. He didn’t feel much about it. In fact, sometimes he was a little proud of his handiness. Sometimes he was just confused, because his hand was so much smaller, so much less experienced than what that of his parents looked like. He was confused, but a stable child that had no problem through school, since he was smart and acceptably personalized to have had friends, despite his cyclothymia that he knows how to control most of the time. He was fine until the day he graduated. Only then did his parents find the time to have a long elaborate conversation with him. Only then did he ask them what about his future, about his college plans and stuff, because he had decent grades and would probably be able to land a decent college to go with them. Only then did they say ‘it’s your problem’. Only then did he get more confused than ever.
❖They said so many times before that they would pay for his college fee and for the start of his future, right? And he grew angry, but they seemed proud and happy and didn’t do a thing. He threatened to leave home, since that’s what a teenager would do, But his parents were one of the specific parents who would give him a pat on the bad and say they were swollen with pride of their little sonny boy being ready to be independent and ask him if he needed help packing. Elias has doubted it too many times before, but now he thought it over. He was not the most determined person, and he could be labeled as lazy or a procrastinator, but now he had to put matters in his own hand, as usual. He didn’t believe he hadn’t thought about this obvious fact yet. His parents were total jackasses, and now that his whole obliged education was done, he really should get on with this thing called adult life. He packed without the help of anyone at all, walked out the door without the help of anyone at all, and set off, without the help of anyone at all.
❖The boy thought things were going to be easy.
❖He was quite good with tools and machines, so he thought he’d become an engineer, but that would take years of college. He barely packed with him the money for full meals two times a day for 3 or 4 months. But whatever. He applied for many places, and they all told him he was fit for the job, except for one aspect. He wasn’t exactly 19 yet. You see, in Bethel, Alaska, most engineer jobs required you to be 19 for whatever reason even though some didn't necessary require a degree, or maybe he just haven’t looked good enough yet. Anyways, he was purely frustrated by this. But he couldn’t give up. He had money for a few months of living in just mediocrity, but in those months surely a boy can find a decent job, right? And yes he did. As a plumber, which lasted for a about 3 weeks. But then, of course, he found himself freezing in the cold of Alaskan November on a park bench trying not to die.
❖Then he saw a little frilly dressed girl that seemed like she came from a family with quite a lot of money. No. He couldn’t be thinking this. But the thought never ceased to haunt his mind for the whole duration of his observation of the girl. Then, shaking the snow off himself, he finally decided to do it. He had seen so many kidnapped children reported, but the kidnapper never actually got found. Maybe he could. He wouldn’t really hurt the girl, right? He would only threaten to, and that would always end with him having money. And it did. He earned a few thousand bucks that day simply by persuading a child and gripping it in an ally asking for its parents’ phone number. Oh god. Oh god he was becoming a kidnapper. It felt so wrong in so many ways, but as much as he hated himself for it, like many kidnappers actually, he had to do it. He knew he was good at it, and he was never actually identified except in the local news as "Another Kidnapping Occurred". He felt like he could do it. He hated that he could, but he could, and he had to, and there was no point in trying to change that.
❖Then the second child was caught. Then the third. The fourth. He kept being this kidnapper, guessing efficiently a child’s social rank by clothes or comportment and sometimes only asking for a little more than 100 dollars. But that was good, right? It gave him a survival plan for the rest of who knows how many years. He eventually found a small job at an old hotel at the age of 19, yes, but that didn’t stop him. And sometimes when the family panicked too much to actually pay anything, he actually killed the child. It wasn’t just a simple, taunting threat anymore. He did it, and he felt guilty of it, like any person who would massacre children would, but he couldn’t stop it. It’s a habit. A lifestyle. He wouldn’t survive without it. He was known in a neighborhood as Elias Kinetta, the guy who can fix your motors in a jiffy, but what they didn’t know was that he could be also be identified by a hidden guilt that he covered up with an energetic, versatile and conversational personality. The conversational bit faded a little through the years, but it was still good. He might have lost half his personality completely too, you can never know. He caused a lot of people to lose very important things anyways, so an assortment of traits was a fair share with life. Though of course, at the age of 23, an earthquake hit coastal Alaska, causing him to lose his life. It was only at the last minutes of his life that he'd try to think about what he's done, and even though that may have sounded like a cliche or an over-exaggeration it was true. Nothing significant really.
❖He was even in the middle of a kidnapping. This kid was so naïve, it believed that he was its father’s friend even though its father was a successful, suit-wearing businessman while he looked like he just climbed out of a coalmine. It was telling its lifesdtory. How it met its dolls Janet and Mary and how it learned how to make tea and how it made a silly shape with its mother’s hair and hair gel and how- Boom. Alaskan Earthquake. Fun fact, it is also known today as the most powerful earthquake in north America ever. And as if hoping that it would be a redeeming act, Elias tried to save the child. He really did. But both of them got buried under a roof that crashed down mercilessly, him holding the child in his arms, the child still believing that he was just another one of father’s friends. Of course, the child, such a pure and beautiful thing, just like him when he was its age, wouldn’t be going to the same District in the Underworld as he is, and he was actually quite sure that she survived even though some bones were broken. He was a bad man, who kidnapped or killed a child on one day and promptly fixed a machine the other after lunch with the lowest salary, and there was no way his redeeming act would help him in any way. Upon entering the Afterlife, he already knew what was coming, though it was sincerely not as bad as he had imagined. He accepted all of it, because he knew too well that a kidnapper and a murderer of children who still had so much to live for would deserve it too well.

[color=8560a8][b]karneval[/b][/color] • [i]gareki[/i] • elias kinetta