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discedo_logs2008-10-22 05:21 am
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Who: Shinji ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prodigal_axe and Kadaj adventlead
Where: Latimir Rooftop
When: Half-hour shy of sunrise.
Rating: PG-13/R for Shinji's language
Summary: Two arguments and one disappearance later, Shinji broods on the rooftop of Latimir, keeping an eye on someone from afar. As the night sky fades, he's ambivalent about remaining alone, but too conflicted to call anyone for company.
the log:
The first haze of color bruised the sky and swallowed the stars into the paling, cloud-streaked background. Shinji's frosty breaths tapered off in the brighter air. He sat on the crumbling edge of the rooftop, watching the shadows recede over the city of Discedo. The kind effects of night served to cover the sharpest places and torn streets below. A bandage placed atop old scars.
Random flares of anger heated his throat. He lacked a target for the words, or a calming force for the erratic mood. He didn't know who to be angrier at--himself, for upsetting Wolfwood, or Johnny for dragging up bad blood at the worst possible time. Or Dizzy, for disappearing, or the scientists for taking her. It fluctuated between targets. Fluid, volatile, without affixing itself or burning out.
A yawn caught him offguard and left him feeling exhausted. He looked a mess after tramping around the city in search of Dizzy. Bracken clung to his coat, dust to his cheeks and crooked hat. His numb left hand bore a heavy scratch from careless winging around, and lack of sensation. The sleepless marks beneath his eyes held their own weight, threatening to drag the lids down, and put him to sleep on his high perch.
He needed a better time to sleep. His usual mid-afternoon nap was eaten up with meal-planning, cooking, supply checks and bar-tending when Haruka couldn't do it. Either that, or he used those hours of free time for some other pressing concern. It had become a habit lately. The more one did, the less they had to think. A novelty.
Part of him wanted just a day's rest from the insanity. The other part wanted to knock the living shit out someone--or vice versa. Either way he couldn't sleep now. Not easily.
prodigal_axe and Kadaj adventleadWhere: Latimir Rooftop
When: Half-hour shy of sunrise.
Rating: PG-13/R for Shinji's language
Summary: Two arguments and one disappearance later, Shinji broods on the rooftop of Latimir, keeping an eye on someone from afar. As the night sky fades, he's ambivalent about remaining alone, but too conflicted to call anyone for company.
the log:
The first haze of color bruised the sky and swallowed the stars into the paling, cloud-streaked background. Shinji's frosty breaths tapered off in the brighter air. He sat on the crumbling edge of the rooftop, watching the shadows recede over the city of Discedo. The kind effects of night served to cover the sharpest places and torn streets below. A bandage placed atop old scars.
Random flares of anger heated his throat. He lacked a target for the words, or a calming force for the erratic mood. He didn't know who to be angrier at--himself, for upsetting Wolfwood, or Johnny for dragging up bad blood at the worst possible time. Or Dizzy, for disappearing, or the scientists for taking her. It fluctuated between targets. Fluid, volatile, without affixing itself or burning out.
A yawn caught him offguard and left him feeling exhausted. He looked a mess after tramping around the city in search of Dizzy. Bracken clung to his coat, dust to his cheeks and crooked hat. His numb left hand bore a heavy scratch from careless winging around, and lack of sensation. The sleepless marks beneath his eyes held their own weight, threatening to drag the lids down, and put him to sleep on his high perch.
He needed a better time to sleep. His usual mid-afternoon nap was eaten up with meal-planning, cooking, supply checks and bar-tending when Haruka couldn't do it. Either that, or he used those hours of free time for some other pressing concern. It had become a habit lately. The more one did, the less they had to think. A novelty.
Part of him wanted just a day's rest from the insanity. The other part wanted to knock the living shit out someone--or vice versa. Either way he couldn't sleep now. Not easily.