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exsiliumlogs2013-04-14 02:32 am
logically) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-04-14 02:32 am
Entry tags:
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- edward elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- roslyn "mcsexy" small (original),
- ruka (yu-gi-oh!),
- soldier blue (toward the terra),
- vanadi "the chaste" (original),
- ✝ barnaby "babbling" brooks jr [t&b],
- ✝ franziska von karma [ace attorney],
- ✝ miles edgeworth [ace attorney]
( OPEN )
Date & Time: April 13th, morning.
Location: The Initiative Hold courtyard and other nearby, outdoor locations.
Characters: Miles Edgeworth (logically) & YOU
Summary: Edgeworth has returned to Exsilium, with + 5 years of life experience and a dog under his belt.Not in that way, you pervs.
Warnings: Self-loathing, another day in the life of Miles Edgeworth, and a couple of paragraphs of self-indulgent prose on my behalf. I am definitely more than happy to respond in kind to action tags! The most important thing to note for threadage is that he's wandering about with a unhappy-looking Shiba Inu and not really paying attention to where he's going.
Miles Edgeworth's return to Exsilium was something akin to slipping back into a bad dream: hazy memories of a life once forgotten surged to the forefront of his mind, giving him a sense of deja vu so surreal it made him question his grasp on reality. Perhaps he'd asked for this, in a way; in his desperation to leave everything behind, he'd somehow gotten precisely what he wished for, or so he had thought before he remembered the handful of people who were also here from his 'own' reality. Now, that particular recollection made him wish the ground would just get it over with and swallow him whole, because if his memories were true and accurate, there was no-where to run on this island, or at least, not as far as he would like. There were no overseas plane tickets in his immediate future, just confrontations and conversations with people he could barely face. Wright and Franziska, they both were still supposedly from his 'future' – having known what he had done, how could they have put up with him? He could barely live with himself right now, restless and disgusted and everything else in between since his last trial.
There was a low pitiful, whine somewhere by his feet, luring him from his reverie. Pess had got to her feet again, pulling forward on her leash, ears pointing as far back as possible. Edgeworth knew that she was just as distressed as he was; that was part of the relationship between a pet and its owner – they fed off each other's emotions.
Tug, tug, whine, tug. Edgeworth stood as well, desperately trying to ignore the fact that the world didn't seem quite solid under his feet. He had long been claustrophobic, but this was the first time he had felt so panicked with the sky above him and Pess by his side. It all boiled down to the point that he didn't have the slightest clue what to do with himself – in the past, he would've gone straight to work and waited for the moment to pass. However, that was the one thing he couldn't do right now. It was the one thing he had promised himself would he not do until he was sure he would not make any more mistakes, would not become a monster... and he'd never been so uncertain of anything in his entire life.
It was unfortunate, but he was forced to admit that there was nothing he could do right now but put one foot in front of the other; truly, it was the only thing of which he felt capable. He walked as though he was in a daze, thoughts focused solely on the gravity of his predicament. He kept his grip on Pess's leash, but it felt more as though his dog were walking him, than the other way round.
What in the world was he supposed to do?
Location: The Initiative Hold courtyard and other nearby, outdoor locations.
Characters: Miles Edgeworth (
logically) & YOU Summary: Edgeworth has returned to Exsilium, with + 5 years of life experience and a dog under his belt.
Warnings: Self-loathing, another day in the life of Miles Edgeworth, and a couple of paragraphs of self-indulgent prose on my behalf. I am definitely more than happy to respond in kind to action tags! The most important thing to note for threadage is that he's wandering about with a unhappy-looking Shiba Inu and not really paying attention to where he's going.
Miles Edgeworth's return to Exsilium was something akin to slipping back into a bad dream: hazy memories of a life once forgotten surged to the forefront of his mind, giving him a sense of deja vu so surreal it made him question his grasp on reality. Perhaps he'd asked for this, in a way; in his desperation to leave everything behind, he'd somehow gotten precisely what he wished for, or so he had thought before he remembered the handful of people who were also here from his 'own' reality. Now, that particular recollection made him wish the ground would just get it over with and swallow him whole, because if his memories were true and accurate, there was no-where to run on this island, or at least, not as far as he would like. There were no overseas plane tickets in his immediate future, just confrontations and conversations with people he could barely face. Wright and Franziska, they both were still supposedly from his 'future' – having known what he had done, how could they have put up with him? He could barely live with himself right now, restless and disgusted and everything else in between since his last trial.
There was a low pitiful, whine somewhere by his feet, luring him from his reverie. Pess had got to her feet again, pulling forward on her leash, ears pointing as far back as possible. Edgeworth knew that she was just as distressed as he was; that was part of the relationship between a pet and its owner – they fed off each other's emotions.
Tug, tug, whine, tug. Edgeworth stood as well, desperately trying to ignore the fact that the world didn't seem quite solid under his feet. He had long been claustrophobic, but this was the first time he had felt so panicked with the sky above him and Pess by his side. It all boiled down to the point that he didn't have the slightest clue what to do with himself – in the past, he would've gone straight to work and waited for the moment to pass. However, that was the one thing he couldn't do right now. It was the one thing he had promised himself would he not do until he was sure he would not make any more mistakes, would not become a monster... and he'd never been so uncertain of anything in his entire life.
It was unfortunate, but he was forced to admit that there was nothing he could do right now but put one foot in front of the other; truly, it was the only thing of which he felt capable. He walked as though he was in a daze, thoughts focused solely on the gravity of his predicament. He kept his grip on Pess's leash, but it felt more as though his dog were walking him, than the other way round.
What in the world was he supposed to do?