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001 | 1st Light | [Action]
Jan. 24th, 2012 07:07 pm[Option 1 - Action]
[It was a Plaza, a place he was already familiar with. It was the Plaza, when he realized that things aren't shaping up as he would like them too. It was the Plaza, that he knew that he had returned to this godforsaken place he hated so much.
It was the Plaza, where he left his journal on the rim of the fountain.
He didn't see it. Or rather, he made himself think he didn't see it. Taking his time, he heads for the clothing shop where his clothes should be stored. That's how it went, they're clothes get taken to this place. He wished he didn't already know. He wished that, finally, he was just at home. He wished that he wasn't already so familiar with the pain striking his back to pieces. Shit.]
...
[A sigh. He dresses himself in his normal school uniform attire. If he weren't too busy with his wishful thinking, he might've noticed someone handing his journal to him, or maybe he might've noticed someone trying to get his attention, or maybe...
He starts his aimless walking.]
[Option 2 - Action (Locked to Sunohara)]
So, any idea where we're going?
[Sunohara is found taking himself a stroll around the place. Along with him was Tomoya. From another point of view, it might've seemed like this was a planned walk. From another point of view, it might've been a sight to behold. He had placed himself on the blonde haired boy's shoulders. Or rather, had HIMSELF placed on the blonde haired boy's shoulders. It wasn't a question of why had he been suddenly earned a ride on a slave, and it wasn't a question of how he got there.
Moreover, it was a question just like any other.]
[It was a Plaza, a place he was already familiar with. It was the Plaza, when he realized that things aren't shaping up as he would like them too. It was the Plaza, that he knew that he had returned to this godforsaken place he hated so much.
It was the Plaza, where he left his journal on the rim of the fountain.
He didn't see it. Or rather, he made himself think he didn't see it. Taking his time, he heads for the clothing shop where his clothes should be stored. That's how it went, they're clothes get taken to this place. He wished he didn't already know. He wished that, finally, he was just at home. He wished that he wasn't already so familiar with the pain striking his back to pieces. Shit.]
...
[A sigh. He dresses himself in his normal school uniform attire. If he weren't too busy with his wishful thinking, he might've noticed someone handing his journal to him, or maybe he might've noticed someone trying to get his attention, or maybe...
He starts his aimless walking.]
[Option 2 - Action (Locked to Sunohara)]
So, any idea where we're going?
[Sunohara is found taking himself a stroll around the place. Along with him was Tomoya. From another point of view, it might've seemed like this was a planned walk. From another point of view, it might've been a sight to behold. He had placed himself on the blonde haired boy's shoulders. Or rather, had HIMSELF placed on the blonde haired boy's shoulders. It wasn't a question of why had he been suddenly earned a ride on a slave, and it wasn't a question of how he got there.
Moreover, it was a question just like any other.]
