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WHO: fuckingshogun and OPEN
WHERE: Random City park #159
WHEN: Late Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: Wordyness?
SUMMARY: Well porting back didn't have a good start like Saitou hoped it would, so he's gone off to mull a bit and get away to collect himself. Maybe be homesick, who knows.
FORMAT: Para
He'd actually gotten to go home.
At first, he was very skeptical when feeling that familiar pull of being dragged away from this reality. The last time it had happened, he'd been gone less than two days, at most. So this last time going home he'd figured it would be a repeat situation. Though, as he now knew, the Porter (since he had yet to find out about her real moniker) had actually granted him some sort of clemency and some extended time home with his family. It still bothered him, now back in the City, that he couldn't remember certain moments of being home... but there was nothing he could do here about it. That feeling of powerlessness against something so infallible bothered him more than he wanted it to.
And Elisa had had to see his video, of course. He scowled even now at the thought. Should have remembered enough when coming back in to filter his entries. But it was too late now. She was furious with him, as she should have been, and there was nothing he could do about that. Smoke an extra pack of cigarettes, maybe, to put his mind off it, but not much more than that. He had the sneaking feeling he was back on the police's Wanted List, because she'd been unusually quiet since then. Either that or she liked filtering things from him personally...
He groaned again as he sat down at a park bench, crossing his arms behind his neck and staring up at the streetlight nearby. Not the best of circumstances to arrive back to, at all. That and he still was unemployed and that made him pace restlessly like no other.
Too many problems, he thought to himself, letting out a sigh. At least for the moment he had some peace and quiet.
WHERE: Random City park #159
WHEN: Late Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: Wordyness?
SUMMARY: Well porting back didn't have a good start like Saitou hoped it would, so he's gone off to mull a bit and get away to collect himself. Maybe be homesick, who knows.
FORMAT: Para
He'd actually gotten to go home.
At first, he was very skeptical when feeling that familiar pull of being dragged away from this reality. The last time it had happened, he'd been gone less than two days, at most. So this last time going home he'd figured it would be a repeat situation. Though, as he now knew, the Porter (since he had yet to find out about her real moniker) had actually granted him some sort of clemency and some extended time home with his family. It still bothered him, now back in the City, that he couldn't remember certain moments of being home... but there was nothing he could do here about it. That feeling of powerlessness against something so infallible bothered him more than he wanted it to.
And Elisa had had to see his video, of course. He scowled even now at the thought. Should have remembered enough when coming back in to filter his entries. But it was too late now. She was furious with him, as she should have been, and there was nothing he could do about that. Smoke an extra pack of cigarettes, maybe, to put his mind off it, but not much more than that. He had the sneaking feeling he was back on the police's Wanted List, because she'd been unusually quiet since then. Either that or she liked filtering things from him personally...
He groaned again as he sat down at a park bench, crossing his arms behind his neck and staring up at the streetlight nearby. Not the best of circumstances to arrive back to, at all. That and he still was unemployed and that made him pace restlessly like no other.
Too many problems, he thought to himself, letting out a sigh. At least for the moment he had some peace and quiet.