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vatheon2012-08-30 12:04 pm
windincrement) wrote in vatheon2012-08-30 12:04 pm
into the unknown
Who: Vanitas (halfhearted) and Ventus (windincrement)
Where: somewhere in the city
When: backdated to Saturday, August 25
Style: action
Status: closed
[ Blue eyes continue to glance around the surroundings, having taken in the sights numerous times before but still trying to remember things and make sense of the fact that he would not be able to leave no matter what he did or tried to figure out. In a way, it's almost like another prison, a place to keep him and so many others from going back to where they came from. Preventing them from seeing further beyond what they already know. And that's something he's come to not appreciate after learning what he has, remembering what he has.
Despite all of that, Ventus didn't think the bubble as being a completely horrible place. People are friendly and always willing to help out, a sense of ease in the atmosphere, never mind the occasional weird thing that would happen or the dangers. Sometimes it feels like they didn't happen at all and he has to wonder how often they have happened for the people to just go about their lives again afterwards. Probably a lot he figures to himself as he walks by various buildings and shops where people are lingering about and tending to their wares. It should be suspicious, shouldn't it, and yet people have said that things like that happen once in a while. He just hopes that people don't get hurt in the process, despite knowing that it's a feeble hope.
But more than anything, he hopes he doesn't hear about another incident like he did when first getting here. Keeping a look out for his darkness, Ventus is surprised he hasn't run into the other boy yet, sure that Vanitas would be coming straight for him after hearing his arrival. He didn't know how long the other has been here, but there's a weak hope that maybe this place has changed him. Or maybe experiencing death has changed him.
Either way, part of his ventures around the city is to be on the look out, waiting for the chance to run into him. Just to confirm for himself that he's here. But another part wants to know something and there's really only one person who can answer him. ]
..Where are you?
[ Ventus quietly mumbles to himself, not expecting a response from anyone as he continues to walk about.
Plus, he still needs to figure out what to do while he's here, some kind of hobby or job to pass the time. ]
halfhearted) and Ventus (windincrement)Where: somewhere in the city
When: backdated to Saturday, August 25
Style: action
Status: closed
[ Blue eyes continue to glance around the surroundings, having taken in the sights numerous times before but still trying to remember things and make sense of the fact that he would not be able to leave no matter what he did or tried to figure out. In a way, it's almost like another prison, a place to keep him and so many others from going back to where they came from. Preventing them from seeing further beyond what they already know. And that's something he's come to not appreciate after learning what he has, remembering what he has.
Despite all of that, Ventus didn't think the bubble as being a completely horrible place. People are friendly and always willing to help out, a sense of ease in the atmosphere, never mind the occasional weird thing that would happen or the dangers. Sometimes it feels like they didn't happen at all and he has to wonder how often they have happened for the people to just go about their lives again afterwards. Probably a lot he figures to himself as he walks by various buildings and shops where people are lingering about and tending to their wares. It should be suspicious, shouldn't it, and yet people have said that things like that happen once in a while. He just hopes that people don't get hurt in the process, despite knowing that it's a feeble hope.
But more than anything, he hopes he doesn't hear about another incident like he did when first getting here. Keeping a look out for his darkness, Ventus is surprised he hasn't run into the other boy yet, sure that Vanitas would be coming straight for him after hearing his arrival. He didn't know how long the other has been here, but there's a weak hope that maybe this place has changed him. Or maybe experiencing death has changed him.
Either way, part of his ventures around the city is to be on the look out, waiting for the chance to run into him. Just to confirm for himself that he's here. But another part wants to know something and there's really only one person who can answer him. ]
..Where are you?
[ Ventus quietly mumbles to himself, not expecting a response from anyone as he continues to walk about.
Plus, he still needs to figure out what to do while he's here, some kind of hobby or job to pass the time. ]