exsiliumlogs | But I was so much older then...

Date & Time: Monday 21January and Tuesday 22January, all day
Location: Oot n aboot
Characters: Lea!Axel and YOU
Summary: Axel is now an obnoxious trolly fifteen-year-old with a heart instead of an obnoxious trolly Nobody without one. Who wants to play frisbee?
Warnings: Gratuitous use of catchphrases

It wasn't the first time he'd woken up someplace he didn't recognize, but the last time it had happened it was because he and Isa had fallen down a rocky hillside and he'd been knocked unconscious. This definitely wasn't a rocky hillside. In fact, it was kind of like a hotel room or something. What was he doing at an inn?

Lea sat up and scratched his head. No, this wasn't a hotel room, there was no TV and no little fridge and it looked a little too lived-in somehow. Was this someone's house?

With a shrug, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms over his head and then letting them fall to his sides. Well, wherever he was, he sure wasn't figuring it out in here. Grabbing his frisbees and poking his head out into the hall, he headed into the hallway and for the front door.

[feel free to run into him wherever! he doesn't have any marques, so he might be hanging around food establishments peering mournfully at noms. buy the skinny kid a burger? he likes infiltrating fancy looking buildings, too, so you might find him scaling the ruins later in the afternoon. you're also just as likely to find him napping in inconvenient places. he's also always up for a friendly spar or a game of frisbee, so long as you're willing to call it a draw.

[as the day progresses and Tuesday rolls around he'll be kind of distraught cuz he has no idea where he is or where his best friend is, so if you're planning to see him later on Monday or on Tuesday you are welcome to note that.]

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Frodo could count the last hour as a success. Already he had raided a good several of restaurants, liberating them of a few choice pastries and pies slices here and there. Only small amounts, as much as he could carry without a mess, and without too much notice. And besides, if he took too much, others wouldn't have any. Even if he felt like he was starving half the time; they really didn't know how to eat like most hobbits did, and not nearly often enough.

Frodo had just come away with his last success when he found a gangly lad, taller than he, staring at the restaurant he'd just come from. One of the Big Folk, with hair that was either the color of fire or a carrot.

"Hullo?" Frodo said at his elbow. What was he doing there? He hadn't seen him slip out of the kitchens, had he?

He had always been a fan of sweet things, and the smell of the freshly baked breads and pies wafting out of the nearby bakery was reminding Lea that he hadn't had anything to eat today. Paused in front of the tall glass window, he gazed mournfully at the racks of bread and beautiful boxed cakes within. His stomach growled angrily at him, and Lea sighed, sort of sagging against the window. What kind of store didn't take munny? He had a handful in his pocket, but when he'd tried to pay for a sandwich with it the shopkeep had looked at him like a criminal and shooed him away.

Well, fine, he hadn't wanted that stinking sandwich anyway!

His stomach growled again. Gosh, he sure would have liked a loaf of that bread, though.

With a heavy sigh, Lea turned away from the window, then glanced down when he heard a voice. And then he glanced a bit further down. There was a small boy standing near him, with a shock of curly dark hair and big bright eyes. And an armful of decidedly delicious looking pastries. Lea lifted his eyebrows inquiringly.

"Hi," he said. "Are... you lost or somethin'?"

This kid looked way too small to just be wandering around on his own. Maybe if he helped him find his mom or something he'd share one of those pastries!

Frodo shifted the pastries in hand, renewing his grip, for he had been mere seconds away from dropping one or all on the ground. After the work he had put into getting them, even losing one would be too much.

"No," Frodo then, after thinking it over, said quickly, "Yes, I suppose. I know how to get to my room from here but not how to get home."

The hobbit looked from where the lad was hovering and where he had been looking. Really, what was he doing?

"What are you doing around here anyway? If you are thinking of lifting some cakes from here, I wouldn't bother if I were you. This kitchen watches them too closely."

He sort of flinched when the littler boy shifted his grip and nearly lost a few of the pastries, sort of reaching out as if to help, but he didn't want him to think he was trying to take them from him (much as he would have liked to help lighten his load).

"I dunno how to get home either," Lea admitted, folding his arms. "I'm not even sure how I got here." He frowned at him, furrowing his brow a bit. "Lift? You mean steal?" Lea pursed his lips. "I'd thought about it," he admitted. "I tried to pay, but they wouldn't take my money..."

He sighed and curled one arm around his midsection.

"Man I'm hungry, though," he complained. "Even if I did steal something, though, my friend would prolly scold me when I found him."

Stupid Isa. Maybe if he stole something the jerk would show up to yell at him so he could stop looking fruitlessly for him.

But I was so much older then...

guess what Lea, Frodo has food he'll so share with you

Lea likes food!

One of the Big Folk who fully appreciates food, finally!

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