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exsiliumlogs2013-08-21 06:02 pm
otherness) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-21 06:02 pm
Entry tags:
open ► walk a mile in his shoes
Date & Time: August 20th, evening
Location: Milling around outside of the housing building
Characters: Roxas (otherness) and whoever!
Summary: Roxas stumbles back into post-apocalyptic London and tries to figure what he's missing.
Warnings: Spoilers for KH3D and, uh, angst.
[The rain drones on and on. That, at least, is familiar. It feels like it's been ages since he walked these streets. He remembers running into a couple people-- quite literally-- and being caught with food in his mouth. He struggles to remember what was going on before he got here. Something to do with Axel freaking out about something...?
He buys a little dinner. Nothing extravagant, just something resembling a croissant with a bit of cheese on it. It's relatively plain, but he's not sure he can stomach much else right now. He feels... terribly incomplete. He feels like he shouldn't be here, and that much is true; he's supposed to be a part of someone, something bigger.
Maybe he's not really here at all, and he's just reliving an old dream. He reaches over and pinches himself through his sleeve just to make sure that's not the case. More and more, he wants to ditch this old coat. He hasn't been part of the Organization for a while. Plus, he liked his other clothes better.]
Location: Milling around outside of the housing building
Characters: Roxas (
otherness) and whoever!Summary: Roxas stumbles back into post-apocalyptic London and tries to figure what he's missing.
Warnings: Spoilers for KH3D and, uh, angst.
[The rain drones on and on. That, at least, is familiar. It feels like it's been ages since he walked these streets. He remembers running into a couple people-- quite literally-- and being caught with food in his mouth. He struggles to remember what was going on before he got here. Something to do with Axel freaking out about something...?
He buys a little dinner. Nothing extravagant, just something resembling a croissant with a bit of cheese on it. It's relatively plain, but he's not sure he can stomach much else right now. He feels... terribly incomplete. He feels like he shouldn't be here, and that much is true; he's supposed to be a part of someone, something bigger.
Maybe he's not really here at all, and he's just reliving an old dream. He reaches over and pinches himself through his sleeve just to make sure that's not the case. More and more, he wants to ditch this old coat. He hasn't been part of the Organization for a while. Plus, he liked his other clothes better.]