When the world's confusing, I don't care [active/closed]
Characters: Neku&Shiki!
Content: Neku has an emo moment... again.
Location: Rooftop of the Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: About midnight, backdated to the night of Sora's game night.
Warnings: Emo angst and possible teen fluff.
Neku felt like he was having a bit of a relapse in all of the personal growth he'd managed to undergo before his lovely trip to Manhattan, New York. He had taken to wearing his headphones again so that he could appropriately shut off the outside world from his inner ocean of thoughts. It was easy to say that, despite being here for over a week, he wasn't adjusting to his new setting very well at all. It had taken him some time to gain that fondness for Shibuya, and then he'd just been stolen away by someone or something to the monster-ravaged streets of Manhattan. He wasn't sure why anyone would want him. Compared to a lot of the outsiders, he wasn't special at all. He was just Neku, a brooding teenager from Japan. Of course, he had been special at one point in time... but he gladly embraced the chance to have a normal life. He missed that dearly now, and Neku couldn't get past the anger and resentment toward the invisible force that had brought him here.
Shiki had invited him to play some board games and hang around with some new friends of hers and Beat's. Despite his two best friends being present and the opportunity to meet people his own age, he just couldn't bring himself to go. He almost had made the attendance, going so far as to leave his room and start walking in the direction of the get-together. Though he hesitated and before long he had found himself on the quiet, dark roof top of the Bryant Park Hotel. Dark blue eyes fell across the skyline of Manhattan and all of the lights that shone in the darkness. He reached to the mp3 player around his neck and he pressed a button, changing the song and prompting a different sound to blare into his ears from the over-sized headphones. There was a chill up on the roof, so he pulled the dark hood of his sweatshirt over his spiky cinnamon-colored hair and closed his eyes. Neku heaved a sigh and leaned over in his seat, allowing his forehead to rest on the palm of his hands. He was so far off in his own world of thoughts that he never even heard the door to the rooftop open.
Content: Neku has an emo moment... again.
Location: Rooftop of the Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: About midnight, backdated to the night of Sora's game night.
Warnings: Emo angst and possible teen fluff.
Neku felt like he was having a bit of a relapse in all of the personal growth he'd managed to undergo before his lovely trip to Manhattan, New York. He had taken to wearing his headphones again so that he could appropriately shut off the outside world from his inner ocean of thoughts. It was easy to say that, despite being here for over a week, he wasn't adjusting to his new setting very well at all. It had taken him some time to gain that fondness for Shibuya, and then he'd just been stolen away by someone or something to the monster-ravaged streets of Manhattan. He wasn't sure why anyone would want him. Compared to a lot of the outsiders, he wasn't special at all. He was just Neku, a brooding teenager from Japan. Of course, he had been special at one point in time... but he gladly embraced the chance to have a normal life. He missed that dearly now, and Neku couldn't get past the anger and resentment toward the invisible force that had brought him here.
Shiki had invited him to play some board games and hang around with some new friends of hers and Beat's. Despite his two best friends being present and the opportunity to meet people his own age, he just couldn't bring himself to go. He almost had made the attendance, going so far as to leave his room and start walking in the direction of the get-together. Though he hesitated and before long he had found himself on the quiet, dark roof top of the Bryant Park Hotel. Dark blue eyes fell across the skyline of Manhattan and all of the lights that shone in the darkness. He reached to the mp3 player around his neck and he pressed a button, changing the song and prompting a different sound to blare into his ears from the over-sized headphones. There was a chill up on the roof, so he pulled the dark hood of his sweatshirt over his spiky cinnamon-colored hair and closed his eyes. Neku heaved a sigh and leaned over in his seat, allowing his forehead to rest on the palm of his hands. He was so far off in his own world of thoughts that he never even heard the door to the rooftop open.