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001 ▒ [Action] ▒ "Pinocchio"
Oct. 15th, 2011 09:03 pmA » Inside 838 Hastings Boulevard.
[After finally feeling himself fade away, barely connected to the world any more, it's something of a surprise that he finds himself waking up here in a strange bed.
Waking. Up.
No, he doesn't sleep, he powers down. Waking up isn't the word for what he does. So why is this sensation so different and absurd? Crow opens his eyes blearily, relieved to find that he has sight once again. It'd been pretty horrible that he couldn't even see Seto the whole time he was losing battery. That feeling is not one he wants to relive. Re-experience.
But the room he's in is not one he's familiar with. The clothes he has on are not his. Already up and out of the bed, he starts searching around for his things, his hat, anything that belongs to him, and finds nothing. Even the photograph he had always held onto isn't here. He'd checked under the pillows, under the bed, on the dressers; a look into the closet made it obvious that someone lives here. Which is weird because he doesn't see many living humans, if it is a human dwelling at all. It's been a long time, anyway. Seto's the first he's seen in years.
He hasn't realized yet that the joints on his elbows are missing, and that the vague beeping battery meter he'd come to ignore is missing.]
How did I get here? Pretty sure a dead battery meant the end.[His hand on his chin, trying to make sense of things. It's hard when you don't really have a lot to go by.]
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B » On the streets.
[So after whatever happened in the house he woke up, Crow's now wandering around the streets looking for something to do. Everything looks so new and nice and not dilapidated. It's weird seeing things like this but it's also definitely gotten his sense of adventure thrumming. There are so many new things to climb or collect and-- there are people.
Crow's a little unsure about people. He doesn't hate them, but it's different from seeing maybe one human every few months or years. He won't be the first to approach them, instead he'll just be walking the road, staking the place out.
It's better than sitting around being bored. Maybe if he's lucky, whoever took him took his best friend too. He's sure Seto would like this dump way more than back home.]
[After finally feeling himself fade away, barely connected to the world any more, it's something of a surprise that he finds himself waking up here in a strange bed.
Waking. Up.
No, he doesn't sleep, he powers down. Waking up isn't the word for what he does. So why is this sensation so different and absurd? Crow opens his eyes blearily, relieved to find that he has sight once again. It'd been pretty horrible that he couldn't even see Seto the whole time he was losing battery. That feeling is not one he wants to relive. Re-experience.
But the room he's in is not one he's familiar with. The clothes he has on are not his. Already up and out of the bed, he starts searching around for his things, his hat, anything that belongs to him, and finds nothing. Even the photograph he had always held onto isn't here. He'd checked under the pillows, under the bed, on the dressers; a look into the closet made it obvious that someone lives here. Which is weird because he doesn't see many living humans, if it is a human dwelling at all. It's been a long time, anyway. Seto's the first he's seen in years.
He hasn't realized yet that the joints on his elbows are missing, and that the vague beeping battery meter he'd come to ignore is missing.]
How did I get here? Pretty sure a dead battery meant the end.[His hand on his chin, trying to make sense of things. It's hard when you don't really have a lot to go by.]
---
B » On the streets.
[So after whatever happened in the house he woke up, Crow's now wandering around the streets looking for something to do. Everything looks so new and nice and not dilapidated. It's weird seeing things like this but it's also definitely gotten his sense of adventure thrumming. There are so many new things to climb or collect and-- there are people.
Crow's a little unsure about people. He doesn't hate them, but it's different from seeing maybe one human every few months or years. He won't be the first to approach them, instead he'll just be walking the road, staking the place out.
It's better than sitting around being bored. Maybe if he's lucky, whoever took him took his best friend too. He's sure Seto would like this dump way more than back home.]
