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discedo_logs2008-01-27 04:25 pm
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//In-Progress// My Home's Wherever You Are
Who: Replica Riku & Namine
Where: Latimir Street, The City.
When: Night, Immediately after this confrontation at the Latimir Apartments.
Rating: G, PG?
Summary: Axel gave Prydain the boot after his bratty demanding mouth crossed boundaries into a little too fresh. So he's leaving, and taking along Namine with him.
the log:
"...That's it. Come with me. We're out of here."
Those were the words he woke her up with, after a cautious, gentle shaking, about as much as he could be gentle, while still completely furious. It had all happened over the communicators, so it had been a silent fight this time, no weapons spilt, no blood drawn. But its outcome had a strong repercussions, and that's why Namine would awake to the shopping cart he'd brought up from downtown that afternoon filled with all their possessions, and an extra sweater thrust hurriedly over her shoulders.
Prydain's eyes were dark with anger, jaw set, he simply took her by the hand, with a firm shushing that they had to move quick and quietly, if she didn't want there to be a fuss and more of a fight, and didn't explain much else of what had happened till he'd marched them grit and steely past the apartment doors, and out into the cold night, and all the way to the street corner near the elementary school.
There he stopped, wild-eyed at the crosswalks and the empty streets. No monsters, no monsters thankfully, but-
...But what now?
A hurried one armed hug, and he he released her hand for a moment to pace back and forth across the corner, fumbling the communicator from his pocket and sending off a heart-pounding S.O.S to the only one he thought could be trusted to help. And then he turned to look at her, his face at once changed softened into hurting, jaw hanging open in a wordless, almost helpless expression before he hunched his shoulders and looked away, dropping to a squat at the curb with his head in his hands.
A long silence. And then a low, quiet, hoarsely ashamed, "...I'm sorry, Namine."
Where: Latimir Street, The City.
When: Night, Immediately after this confrontation at the Latimir Apartments.
Rating: G, PG?
Summary: Axel gave Prydain the boot after his bratty demanding mouth crossed boundaries into a little too fresh. So he's leaving, and taking along Namine with him.
the log:
"...That's it. Come with me. We're out of here."
Those were the words he woke her up with, after a cautious, gentle shaking, about as much as he could be gentle, while still completely furious. It had all happened over the communicators, so it had been a silent fight this time, no weapons spilt, no blood drawn. But its outcome had a strong repercussions, and that's why Namine would awake to the shopping cart he'd brought up from downtown that afternoon filled with all their possessions, and an extra sweater thrust hurriedly over her shoulders.
Prydain's eyes were dark with anger, jaw set, he simply took her by the hand, with a firm shushing that they had to move quick and quietly, if she didn't want there to be a fuss and more of a fight, and didn't explain much else of what had happened till he'd marched them grit and steely past the apartment doors, and out into the cold night, and all the way to the street corner near the elementary school.
There he stopped, wild-eyed at the crosswalks and the empty streets. No monsters, no monsters thankfully, but-
...But what now?
A hurried one armed hug, and he he released her hand for a moment to pace back and forth across the corner, fumbling the communicator from his pocket and sending off a heart-pounding S.O.S to the only one he thought could be trusted to help. And then he turned to look at her, his face at once changed softened into hurting, jaw hanging open in a wordless, almost helpless expression before he hunched his shoulders and looked away, dropping to a squat at the curb with his head in his hands.
A long silence. And then a low, quiet, hoarsely ashamed, "...I'm sorry, Namine."