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damned_institute2009-07-07 04:42 pm
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Day 42, Afternoon: Morris Park
With the early morning’s embarrassment out of the way, Depth Charge had decided to devote a chunk of the day to familiarising himself with Doyleton: its ins and outs, the stores, the street names. Anything that could prove useful if he ever managed to escape- that, and having something to keep his mind busy after the incident in the used car place. Not only had he looked stupid, he’d looked careless and stupid, and neither of those were looks he really wanted to go for.
Finally he drew his circuit of the town to a close in a run-down park just off of Kelley Street, and boy did it ever look like slag. There was something oddly refreshing about it after the squeaky-clean stroll he’d taken around Perfectville, and anyway, he could hear the sound of a stream in the distance. Good enough for him.
The paper bag he’d been given on the bus was starting to feel irritatingly heavy to him, so it didn’t take long to pick a bench and sit down to eat. Depth Charge opened it up. Ah-hah. There it was. His old adversary. The orange fruit.
What was it Mori had done? Peeled the top part away? With the care of a ‘bot picking the wires on a ticking bomb, he began to strip the outer layer off of the fruit. So far so good. At this rate he might even be able to eat the slagging thing...
[What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the East, and Lugnut is the sun!]
Finally he drew his circuit of the town to a close in a run-down park just off of Kelley Street, and boy did it ever look like slag. There was something oddly refreshing about it after the squeaky-clean stroll he’d taken around Perfectville, and anyway, he could hear the sound of a stream in the distance. Good enough for him.
The paper bag he’d been given on the bus was starting to feel irritatingly heavy to him, so it didn’t take long to pick a bench and sit down to eat. Depth Charge opened it up. Ah-hah. There it was. His old adversary. The orange fruit.
What was it Mori had done? Peeled the top part away? With the care of a ‘bot picking the wires on a ticking bomb, he began to strip the outer layer off of the fruit. So far so good. At this rate he might even be able to eat the slagging thing...
[What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the East, and Lugnut is the sun!]
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Morris Park was overgrown in a way that the banks of the Kamo had been overgrown when one got too far north or too far south. No one was there to take care of the underbrush and so the weeds and tall grasses grew amok. This park, so far south of the main street, was unkept in the way that said it was merely too far to go to worry about. Okita liked that though. It meant fewer people were around to watch what he was going to do in the evening.
Moving further under the trees, Okita was pondering taking a little jaunt-about when he thought he heard a familiar voice. Yuffie's voice, he expected, but the other? Following the sounds, he crouched low against a tree and stared incredulously at the scene in front of him. Kadaj. The boy who had been one of the only ones to prefer Okita's 'demon' to his 'human' side, and had all but disappeared, was back.
And talking to Yuffie.
That...was probably not good. Keeping a wary eye on the beginnings of their fight, Okita waited, watching to see what exactly would happen.