albuquerquesnorkel: (it's all good)
Riley Poole ([personal profile] albuquerquesnorkel) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-08-23 07:38 pm
Entry tags:

NIGHT 65: SOCCER/RECREATIONAL FIELD

[From here.]

Well, it was definitely winter. No snow or anything, but the noticeable drop in temperature made Riley glad for the extra layers he'd gone back to get. He should have tried to find a pair of gloves or something while he was at it; his hands were already freezing.

It was jarring to walk out from so much crazy onto a perfectly normal soccer field, white goalposts at either end and everything. Riley couldn't help laughing a little as he looked around, a slightly unsure laugh that was more a hope for normalcy than it was a sign of it. "Look! Soccer!" He turned back towards the building, and his face fell as the stark white walls revealed nothing familiar. "In a totally generic, big... place. Great."

When the beam of his flashlight fell back on the other guy, Riley managed to mentally snap himself out of it. "Sorry, you were saying? About another reason to stay in the dark?"
lighthearted: gesture, smile, down (listless)

[personal profile] lighthearted 2012-08-27 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[From here.]

The Anti-Form had found fresh air, the expanse of the outside and the dark sky overhead. There was a whole world to explore, full of hearts, and yet for some reason it felt it should stay close to this place. There were already so many easy targets right here, so moving further outward didn't seem necessary.

But the Heartless did sense one thing, which was some prey -- two hearts -- a bit further away. But there was already another creature dealing with them, and so it would have to move on and find its own targets.

As there wasn't much else to do on the dark field, Sora shifted back toward the building, entering through a different door than the one he'd left from.

[To here.]
Edited 2012-08-27 18:50 (UTC)