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Entry tags:
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- 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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"Oh, relax." She couldn't read the man's mind - or she could, if she wanted - but she could feel how nervous he was all of a sudden. "It only happened because you touched me. Normally I just... emotions."
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Wait. Why was she saying this? Lyta could just be pretending, to get her to talk about River.
And yet...somehow the mechanic doubted that.