Second Week [Active/ Semi-closed]
Characters: Hamel, Raiel, Garnet, Boraine and any other guests that are allowed to find the hideout apartment
Content: The second week after the Mazoku plot rolls in, still leaving Hamel and Shambles while Raiel and Garnet try to continue fixing pieces.
Location: Top Secret VoH hideout 8| yeah. (Abandoned apartment complex somewhere in the vicinity of MSP.)
Time of Day: A full range of time following the second week
Warnings: Uhh, I'll leave that to your imagination
There was something about being locked up in a limited space that you learn to fall into a set routine. Even for those who were the most miserable and least able to express themselves, you still learn ways to keep time passing by. For Hamel, it had been rather difficult without the benefits of his normal past times.
Mornings usually involved exercise. Whether it was wishing the stairs had fewer steps or doing shirtless push-ups and sit-ups, all of it made it just enough of a distraction.
Midday usually involved reading. To his surprise, he found that he kind of enjoyed the occasional read. Sure, it was rather hard and there were a few ridiculously long words that were hard to understand, but it wasn't like he was a scholar or something. The more contemporary books were just too weird to understand, but older, rather unused looking books seemed to fit his new found appetite better.
Speaking of appetites, Hamel just wasn't eating. Whether it was meat, vegetables or just plain bread, he refused to eat it. Any encouragement was returned with a snipe or a bedroom door slam, but the message was pretty clear. He did, however always kept to having a glass of water around him, ready to fill that growling stomach when he needed it.
Evening were always random. There has yet to be two nights where Hamel was doing the same thing. Whether it was continuing to read, sewing something up or just staring out the window at the city around him, it was always different for every night.
What's worse is that even with these daily routines, the most eerie thing about Hamel is the lack of action. Everything he did was silent and most often than not, normal. He hasn't even bothered to talk to anyone a side from answering whatever is asked of him and even then, that isn't certain. Even his normal fashion has resorted to more modern affairs, the only thing that remains of his common adventure uniform is the reluctantly worn and partially damaged black hat.
Maybe that will change over the second week, but for now, Hamel stuck with the new routine.
Content: The second week after the Mazoku plot rolls in, still leaving Hamel and Shambles while Raiel and Garnet try to continue fixing pieces.
Location: Top Secret VoH hideout 8| yeah. (Abandoned apartment complex somewhere in the vicinity of MSP.)
Time of Day: A full range of time following the second week
Warnings: Uhh, I'll leave that to your imagination
There was something about being locked up in a limited space that you learn to fall into a set routine. Even for those who were the most miserable and least able to express themselves, you still learn ways to keep time passing by. For Hamel, it had been rather difficult without the benefits of his normal past times.
Mornings usually involved exercise. Whether it was wishing the stairs had fewer steps or doing shirtless push-ups and sit-ups, all of it made it just enough of a distraction.
Midday usually involved reading. To his surprise, he found that he kind of enjoyed the occasional read. Sure, it was rather hard and there were a few ridiculously long words that were hard to understand, but it wasn't like he was a scholar or something. The more contemporary books were just too weird to understand, but older, rather unused looking books seemed to fit his new found appetite better.
Speaking of appetites, Hamel just wasn't eating. Whether it was meat, vegetables or just plain bread, he refused to eat it. Any encouragement was returned with a snipe or a bedroom door slam, but the message was pretty clear. He did, however always kept to having a glass of water around him, ready to fill that growling stomach when he needed it.
Evening were always random. There has yet to be two nights where Hamel was doing the same thing. Whether it was continuing to read, sewing something up or just staring out the window at the city around him, it was always different for every night.
What's worse is that even with these daily routines, the most eerie thing about Hamel is the lack of action. Everything he did was silent and most often than not, normal. He hasn't even bothered to talk to anyone a side from answering whatever is asked of him and even then, that isn't certain. Even his normal fashion has resorted to more modern affairs, the only thing that remains of his common adventure uniform is the reluctantly worn and partially damaged black hat.
Maybe that will change over the second week, but for now, Hamel stuck with the new routine.