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Entry tags:
- aerith,
- anthy,
- dean winchester,
- erika,
- mccoy,
- raphael,
- ruby,
- sam winchester,
- spock,
- the scarecrow,
- utena,
- xemnas,
- yuffie,
- zack
Night 47: Main Hallway, 2-Center
[from here]
It was times like this he had to wonder if he was the only damn person in this place who still cared about finding the fastest way home possible. Which probably wasn't true, but hell. Seeing as the only people he'd worked with so far had 'stealing books' as a goal or were setting up training nights, it was no damn wonder he was feeling more than a little pissed off about the whole thing.
But really, what it all boiled down to, everything that had been bothering him so far, was one simple fact. Raphael was homesick. He knew it too, would have been an idiot not to. He missed the city, the rumble of the subway felt distantly through the walls of their home, sneaking out for late night training sessions with his brothers where they ran across the rooftops playing tag or follow the leader. He missed the nights they'd spend drinking cocoa at April's place, talking all about the things they'd seen and done. But most of all he missed his family. He missed how Leo always had a plan of action and Donny had the tools for the job, while Mikey could keep things light and not too serious. Hell, he even missed Mikey's jokes and how often he talked about that stupid Battle Nexus trophy he'd won. But he didn't know where his brothers were or if they were even alive at all, if they'd been brought here as well and turned into something they weren't or if Karai had destroyed his family as well as his home.
It was the not knowing that hurt the worst, and Raphael had never been good at dealing with that kind of frustration. It made him want to find something, anything really, and just hit it. And keep on hitting it until things started making sense again or he came up with a way to actually leave this place or something.
And somehow he didn't think this little training session was going to help much there.
It was times like this he had to wonder if he was the only damn person in this place who still cared about finding the fastest way home possible. Which probably wasn't true, but hell. Seeing as the only people he'd worked with so far had 'stealing books' as a goal or were setting up training nights, it was no damn wonder he was feeling more than a little pissed off about the whole thing.
But really, what it all boiled down to, everything that had been bothering him so far, was one simple fact. Raphael was homesick. He knew it too, would have been an idiot not to. He missed the city, the rumble of the subway felt distantly through the walls of their home, sneaking out for late night training sessions with his brothers where they ran across the rooftops playing tag or follow the leader. He missed the nights they'd spend drinking cocoa at April's place, talking all about the things they'd seen and done. But most of all he missed his family. He missed how Leo always had a plan of action and Donny had the tools for the job, while Mikey could keep things light and not too serious. Hell, he even missed Mikey's jokes and how often he talked about that stupid Battle Nexus trophy he'd won. But he didn't know where his brothers were or if they were even alive at all, if they'd been brought here as well and turned into something they weren't or if Karai had destroyed his family as well as his home.
It was the not knowing that hurt the worst, and Raphael had never been good at dealing with that kind of frustration. It made him want to find something, anything really, and just hit it. And keep on hitting it until things started making sense again or he came up with a way to actually leave this place or something.
And somehow he didn't think this little training session was going to help much there.
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With one more affirming nod to Abe, the Scarecrow readied himself to run as fast as his feet would carry him. He felt his body tense- well, it was about time his feeling came back- as he took one more look behind them, making sure nothing was ready to spring from behind as they started their sprint.
Another breath, and they were off, tearing down the hall as though a witch was giving chase- for all the Scarecrow knew, that might not have been a far stretch of the imagination. As he scampered past the railing overlooking the Sun Room, a light from the other patients revealed something caught that his attention- it was only for a brief moment before it was obscured again in darkness.
Don't look! his voice rang through his head. He didn't need to know what it was, didn't have time to stop and think about it. All that mattered was the door on the other side of the hall and them getting through it.
[To here.]