I lost a sketchbook and a set of pens somewhere around the central station. Keep the pens, I want the pad back if it's found.

[he makes an irritable huffing sound, he shouldn't have been drawing her in the book, he wouldn't want it back otherwise. he grits his teeth and continues,]

Cover is plain brown with my name on it. Get back to me.

W.E.G. HUNT (A Hunting Dream: Can It Be Real, Can It Be True?)

FIND THESE DOORS; IF YOU WANT TO HEAR--
something winding through the concrete
YOU HAVE 24 HOURS


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[He used her network id to find an e-mail, isn't entirely sure what he wants to say to her once he has it though. Just knows...]

Still an idiot?

--n. sakuraba

[[ Curfew spent inside WildKat, Neku realized distantly that he had something to say, but knew he wouldn't be able to with words. It was all he could do to model how others reached out to him. Food was just one of the ways they could take care of each other without really admitting that's what they were doing. Despite his own sparse eating habits, ( Read more... )

[[he's tired. he stayed away, sulking and confused with himself, but now he wants to go back. to sleep and be left alone.]]


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Let it be known that Neku Sakuraba is a gentleman. He walked me to the rail station when a creep was following me.

[What could he say... he'd liked the coffee. And it had been kind of fun to make the design, he pins them up in a few places.]


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[[Sometimes, Neku feels like he can't let curfew scare him. Common sense always wins out and... the memory of Bonten's bleeding hands comes into his mind now, when they never did before. He can't let curfew scare him. The sun is still beautiful, even if he has to catch sight of it while cowering in the tall shadows of the city.]]


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[[he had wanted to go home back home after the shows he was caught up with himself but not so much that--, but he'd gotten stuck doing clean up, hauling equipment and before he knew it, it was fifteen minutes to curfew. So he'd hurried to find somewhere to stay. It wasn't home was home as he knew it. He snapped the picture of the amazing old piano ( Read more... )

[There is a lot of background noise. People talking, instruments playing. Neku still hasn't turned his music off, it's loud enough to hear even with the headphones around his neck "...Bend the machine, see the pendulum swing and go in between. Skip the waves, syncopate. Forwards, backwards..."]

You good with stage equipment?