ｖｉｅｎａｓ ☼ ａｃｔｉｏｎ ＆ ａｃｃｉｄｅｎｔａｌ ｖｏｉｃｅ
[ lying not to far off from the edge of the forest ground close to the playground, still decently drenched from yesterday's rain, is a brown haired youth, not more than early 20s, with a pained expression on his face as his eyes open ever so slightly at the lighter rays of the still grey sky peeking down from the clouds. his whole body feels damp and cold and ugh, he'll get a cold at this rate...
fully awake, he sits up, assessing his situation. no shirt, this is definitely NOT his bedroom, not to mention the strange new wings he gingerly touches now, feeling them protrude from his scarred back.....oh, not having a shirt on is a bad thing indeed. nervous and more than a little shaky, he mumbles aloud to himself, unaware of his new journal lying on the ground, opened, not more than a few feet away from him ]
Ah...this kind of thing isn't good at all. This time of the year....this doesn't quite look or feel like Russia. But to be kidnapped like this....I don't think anyone else could do this kind of thing! He could have at least left me with a shirt...can Russia give me wings? That's new too...
[ he sighs, running a hand through his lightly dampened hair ] I wish someone would tell me what's going on once in a while, or at least ask me before doing these kinds of things...
（ ａｃｔｉｏｎ ）
[ anyone who happens to be taking a stroll might perhaps see him shivering slightly in the morning air, talking to himself, and looking a mess in general. any help (or gawking) is welcome. ]
fully awake, he sits up, assessing his situation. no shirt, this is definitely NOT his bedroom, not to mention the strange new wings he gingerly touches now, feeling them protrude from his scarred back.....oh, not having a shirt on is a bad thing indeed. nervous and more than a little shaky, he mumbles aloud to himself, unaware of his new journal lying on the ground, opened, not more than a few feet away from him ]
Ah...this kind of thing isn't good at all. This time of the year....this doesn't quite look or feel like Russia. But to be kidnapped like this....I don't think anyone else could do this kind of thing! He could have at least left me with a shirt...can Russia give me wings? That's new too...
[ he sighs, running a hand through his lightly dampened hair ] I wish someone would tell me what's going on once in a while, or at least ask me before doing these kinds of things...
（ ａｃｔｉｏｎ ）
[ anyone who happens to be taking a stroll might perhaps see him shivering slightly in the morning air, talking to himself, and looking a mess in general. any help (or gawking) is welcome. ]