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discedo_logs2008-02-02 07:43 pm
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Who: Naminé, Kadaj
Where: Somewhere between home and Roxas'.
When: While Prydain's out.
Rating: TBA.
Summary: Naminé makes an escape attempt to sneak off and see friends.
the log:
He was going to be upset with her. Oh, he most certainly was. Part of her couldn't quite blame him, after all the trouble he'd gone through to ensure she remained safe and away from any of the infected. She understood his concern, of course, but...
Naminé had already told him; if one of her friends fell ill, she would go to them, come hell or high water.
And thus, a note was written out in quick scrawl and left where the others would find it, if they came looking for her. Prydain was out; she hoped he stayed gone for a few hours. Perhaps, even, she could return home before he did and he wouldn't need to know she'd ever been gone in the first place. (Wishful thinking, but still.) Pry had told her to stay with Rinoa, but that was... well, Naminé was fairly certain Kadaj and Rinoa were no more likely to let her rush off and see sick friends than Pry himself was.
All that she needed to do now was sneak out and get there. No protection, no weapons, no means of fighting. All she had were her legs and ability to run (and a sheet of crumpled paper she'd attempted to smooth out prior to drawing on it; a gift for Roxas), and hopefully, hopefully that would be enough. It would have to be.
Naminé made her way out of the building and to the sidewalk below, cringing with every step that had the stairs inside creaking along the way. It wasn't until she was safely outside that she attempted to recall just where Roxas' home with the others was located; the trip had only been made once, after all, in the dead of night and while half-asleep as Prydain had pulled her from bed and brought her away to their new home. Hopefully her sense of direction and recollection would serve her well.
Casting one last glance back at the building, Naminé huffed out a soft breath, turned, and made her way off down the street.
Where: Somewhere between home and Roxas'.
When: While Prydain's out.
Rating: TBA.
Summary: Naminé makes an escape attempt to sneak off and see friends.
the log:
He was going to be upset with her. Oh, he most certainly was. Part of her couldn't quite blame him, after all the trouble he'd gone through to ensure she remained safe and away from any of the infected. She understood his concern, of course, but...
Naminé had already told him; if one of her friends fell ill, she would go to them, come hell or high water.
And thus, a note was written out in quick scrawl and left where the others would find it, if they came looking for her. Prydain was out; she hoped he stayed gone for a few hours. Perhaps, even, she could return home before he did and he wouldn't need to know she'd ever been gone in the first place. (Wishful thinking, but still.) Pry had told her to stay with Rinoa, but that was... well, Naminé was fairly certain Kadaj and Rinoa were no more likely to let her rush off and see sick friends than Pry himself was.
All that she needed to do now was sneak out and get there. No protection, no weapons, no means of fighting. All she had were her legs and ability to run (and a sheet of crumpled paper she'd attempted to smooth out prior to drawing on it; a gift for Roxas), and hopefully, hopefully that would be enough. It would have to be.
Naminé made her way out of the building and to the sidewalk below, cringing with every step that had the stairs inside creaking along the way. It wasn't until she was safely outside that she attempted to recall just where Roxas' home with the others was located; the trip had only been made once, after all, in the dead of night and while half-asleep as Prydain had pulled her from bed and brought her away to their new home. Hopefully her sense of direction and recollection would serve her well.
Casting one last glance back at the building, Naminé huffed out a soft breath, turned, and made her way off down the street.