A Beautiful Morning [Narritive]
Characters: Demyx
Content: Demyx Returns to the city, confused and disoriented
Location: The Tribeca area
Time of day: early morning
Warnings: None
Demyx stumbled, looking around… But everything was so blurry, and the glary morning sun streaming through the buildings wasn’t helping. His mind was swimming, and, feeling lightheaded, the nobody lifted a hand to his head, running his gloved fingers through his thick, sandy-colored mullet. What had happened? He struggled to remember, however, most of what came back from recent history was fragmented. Eating breakfast with that Riku kid… practicing his sitar… sharing a room with Dahlia…
Shaking his head, Demyx murmured “Wait a sec… Were IS Dahlia? The last thing I remember, I was with her… and now, suddenly, I’m here, out in the city.” His vision was clearing a little, and he began recognizing buildings… or, at least, parts of them. The other day, these buildings had been fine… right? But now they were torn up, chunks of them littering the roadway. “What happened here?”
He stumbled forward, inspecting the clawmarks along the building… of course. The monster. As he turned, his dark boot settled upon a doll, which squeaked under his weight. Wincing at the high pitch, the disoriented nobody looked past his long black coat down at the light-haired doll. It appeared to have been home-made. Demyx wondered a moment who it had belonged to… but, was unable to truly care. However… he remembered that, had he been whole, he would have been saddened by it. So… he bent down, almost losing his balance, and picked the thing up. Then… he simply set it upright on a piece of rubble, as if the little girl it must have belonged to might come back for it.
His usual bouncing pace showed only a little as he stumble-walked, and all the while, he half hummed and half sung a song he’d heard in a record store “..Don’t pay no mind, if you’re gentle or if you’re kind… It don’t think of the folks behind… Oh, on a beautiful morning..."