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Entry tags:
- albel,
- azel,
- barret,
- eddie brock,
- edgeworth,
- edward elric,
- hakkai,
- haku,
- havoc,
- hisoka,
- hojo,
- hughes,
- ichigo,
- kadaj,
- kaylee,
- kenren,
- lyta,
- mal,
- nowe,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- phoenix,
- qui-gon jinn,
- rabastan,
- reinforce,
- renji,
- reno,
- river,
- robin hood,
- rufus,
- schuldig,
- seimei,
- squall,
- vincent,
- xigbar,
- yohji,
- yuffie,
- zelos
Day 21 - Sun Room
Ichigo was only too eager to leave the cafeteria and its fresh memories behind when the softened chime of the intercome rang clear. What had begun as another ordinary meal, a rather agreeable one despite the lack of the proper utensils, quickly became somewhat unnerving. His conversation with...what was his name again?...took so many sharp turns, he should've felt dizzy. It was easy to feel a little sorry for the guy, though; surrounded by stangers in a very strange place, it was hard to blame him for being so alarmed.
The Sun Room occurred as a more enjoyable choice to spend the time; he had nothing against music, but something about being surrounded by some of the most unruly characters he'd ever met, each of them armed with cacophonous weaponry, didn't sound smart. Once his nurse departed, the young man picked out a cozy little spot near a flood of sunshine and settled in, cradling his head in the palms of his hands. There, he stared up almost bitterly at the ceiling with sharply focused eyes, still exuding the same unapproachable sense of being as ever.
The room was warm, even a little comforting, for any of the tired, weary masses found in Landel's halls, or even those who just craved a little peace and quiet. All he could hear, from end of the room, were soft footfalls and hushed voices. That sounded just fine to the 'berry head.
The Sun Room occurred as a more enjoyable choice to spend the time; he had nothing against music, but something about being surrounded by some of the most unruly characters he'd ever met, each of them armed with cacophonous weaponry, didn't sound smart. Once his nurse departed, the young man picked out a cozy little spot near a flood of sunshine and settled in, cradling his head in the palms of his hands. There, he stared up almost bitterly at the ceiling with sharply focused eyes, still exuding the same unapproachable sense of being as ever.
The room was warm, even a little comforting, for any of the tired, weary masses found in Landel's halls, or even those who just craved a little peace and quiet. All he could hear, from end of the room, were soft footfalls and hushed voices. That sounded just fine to the 'berry head.
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Ichigo himself could feel his temper beginning to bubble and boil over. Angrily, he balled his fists up and wedged them against his ears, trying to block out all the sound while his lips and features twisted and tightened.
"This is even worse than home...I can't even afford a nap here..."
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He was beginning to be quite fond of the Sun Room, and chose it whenever he could, over lesser, mundane activities. But the place itself was becoming quite occupied. Thus, he decided to occupy an area around two individuals he hopefully wouldn't find totally offensive.
His catlike ears swiveled to catch bits of noise and conversation here or there, but nothing interested him in particular. He was more focused on making some allies, people who would prove useful or amusing in one way or another.
"Move over, please." Seimei said, in a tone only slightly sweetened for Vincent's benefit.