I'd Travel 1000 Miles... (tag: Ambyr) (backdated - October 20th)
There were some things that Johnny was good at. Among them were playing music, studying, and being a very rational young man in general. That was why it was so hard to explain what exactly had possessed him to use his contacts with a group of pirates that he worked for to get aboard an international flight to Tokyo, Japan without a passport or any idea about how he might possibly get home. Well, perhaps it wasn't really all that hard to explain. His girlfriend had broken up with him out of the blue saying that he deserved someone better, and he wasn't really fond of the idea of being with anyone else. Much less did he like the sound of her saying that he deserved someone better. There wasn't anyone better.
However, this left him with quite the predicament on his hands. He had no idea where to start looking for her. In a stroke of brilliance, he'd forgetten to ask Ari where Ambyr might be staying. So, that meant that he'd been wondering around Tokyo the last few days with no real hope of finding her (after of course having had to get off the plane, sneak past security, get out of the airport, and then get away from it without being detected - yes, he felt somewhat like a sixteen year old James Bond, except he didn't have a Russian supervillain to stop). After all, the city was hellaciously big, and had millions of people crammed into it. Luckily enough, he'd come across a Shinto temple, and the priest there had allowed him to spend his nights there. During his days the priest, a practitioner of kenjutsu, had been teaching him some martial arts and sword work, and had been advising him on places to look.
It wasn't until a few days had gone by that he had finally called Ari and asked for help. Once he found out where Ambyr was staying, he thanked his sensei and made a B-line for the hotel. It was a nice place - better than anything he'd be able to afford for a good long while, that was for sure, and a place fitting of the young woman that he loved so deeply. And if anyone had ever had doubts about how much he loved her, they couldn't very well argue now. He'd crossed not only an ocean, but he'd crossed international borders, and probably broken a law or two along the way. And yet, here he was. On his way inside he plucked a flower from a vase and held it carefully between his fingers as he headed up to the room. Once outside, he knocked on the door and stepped to the side, leaning on the wall and bending a leg, planting his foot against it as he brought the flower to his nose and tilted his head forward ever so slightly, waiting.
However, this left him with quite the predicament on his hands. He had no idea where to start looking for her. In a stroke of brilliance, he'd forgetten to ask Ari where Ambyr might be staying. So, that meant that he'd been wondering around Tokyo the last few days with no real hope of finding her (after of course having had to get off the plane, sneak past security, get out of the airport, and then get away from it without being detected - yes, he felt somewhat like a sixteen year old James Bond, except he didn't have a Russian supervillain to stop). After all, the city was hellaciously big, and had millions of people crammed into it. Luckily enough, he'd come across a Shinto temple, and the priest there had allowed him to spend his nights there. During his days the priest, a practitioner of kenjutsu, had been teaching him some martial arts and sword work, and had been advising him on places to look.
It wasn't until a few days had gone by that he had finally called Ari and asked for help. Once he found out where Ambyr was staying, he thanked his sensei and made a B-line for the hotel. It was a nice place - better than anything he'd be able to afford for a good long while, that was for sure, and a place fitting of the young woman that he loved so deeply. And if anyone had ever had doubts about how much he loved her, they couldn't very well argue now. He'd crossed not only an ocean, but he'd crossed international borders, and probably broken a law or two along the way. And yet, here he was. On his way inside he plucked a flower from a vase and held it carefully between his fingers as he headed up to the room. Once outside, he knocked on the door and stepped to the side, leaning on the wall and bending a leg, planting his foot against it as he brought the flower to his nose and tilted his head forward ever so slightly, waiting.