[OPEN] log- Without Resolution
Who: Gokudera and YOU
What: He's trying to light his ring on fire. And failing.
Where: The playground!
When: December 12
Warning: Foul Language
Notes: Open. This log isn't going anywhere if you guys don't comment! ~Prose or Action is fine by me!~
Were it not for the occasional groan and squeak of untreated metal filling the silence, the playground within the bowels of the park would be a peaceful scene. Hayato has taken a seat in the swing-set, rocking back and forth gently on his heels while he works out his current (and personally monumental) dilemma; his Vongola storm ring. Artificial daylight reflects off its silver surface as it sits on the middle finger of his right hand, taunting him. It's doing nothing, like most rings do when they're sitting on your finger. For the most part it just looks like an ordinary clunky, class ring, and one of the many many accessories on his person.
"Dammit. Come on!" The teen growls, fist clenched tightly as he seems to be struggling with the piece of jewelry. The expression he's wearing is one of extreme frustration, as though he were trying to concentrate every fiber of his being into the ring. After a few more moments of getting progressively more angry, he gives up, dropping his hand to his side.
Hayato heaves a heavy sigh and lights a cigarette before taking the chains of the swing and looking up at the sky. He can make out the protective shield that usually vanishes with the light of the day, and it only serves to make him feel more homesick, reminding him of what the sky would mean back home... He wonders if his family is thinking about him, if his boss even knows he's gone and how long it's been... if time has passed at all.
The Tenth can't rely on me anymore... for a moment, his expression is unguarded, slightly hurt but mostly lost in thought.
What: He's trying to light his ring on fire. And failing.
Where: The playground!
When: December 12
Warning: Foul Language
Notes: Open. This log isn't going anywhere if you guys don't comment! ~Prose or Action is fine by me!~
Were it not for the occasional groan and squeak of untreated metal filling the silence, the playground within the bowels of the park would be a peaceful scene. Hayato has taken a seat in the swing-set, rocking back and forth gently on his heels while he works out his current (and personally monumental) dilemma; his Vongola storm ring. Artificial daylight reflects off its silver surface as it sits on the middle finger of his right hand, taunting him. It's doing nothing, like most rings do when they're sitting on your finger. For the most part it just looks like an ordinary clunky, class ring, and one of the many many accessories on his person.
"Dammit. Come on!" The teen growls, fist clenched tightly as he seems to be struggling with the piece of jewelry. The expression he's wearing is one of extreme frustration, as though he were trying to concentrate every fiber of his being into the ring. After a few more moments of getting progressively more angry, he gives up, dropping his hand to his side.
Hayato heaves a heavy sigh and lights a cigarette before taking the chains of the swing and looking up at the sky. He can make out the protective shield that usually vanishes with the light of the day, and it only serves to make him feel more homesick, reminding him of what the sky would mean back home... He wonders if his family is thinking about him, if his boss even knows he's gone and how long it's been... if time has passed at all.
The Tenth can't rely on me anymore... for a moment, his expression is unguarded, slightly hurt but mostly lost in thought.