[Thread] Duo wants to be boring and introspective...
Who: Duo Maxwell, Open
When: Night
Where: On the commons level balcony garden on the tenth floor of his housing building.
Summery: Duo is thinking about what he should do now that he's been taken here and away from a war. Blah blah blaaaah. He feels out of his element, even here.
Sitting against a chair, the young pilot dug through a box full of stuff he had left at Hilde's parent's place. A gun, which he reloaded and pocketed, his cross, which he set on the table beside him, and a few other notable personal affects. There was even his hair, braided and tattered where it was cut from the nape of his neck nearly a year before. He sighed at that, thinking of his double who still had his attacked to his head. He sighed and stuffed it back into the box, removing the rest of the scattered technology to tinker with for the rest of the night.
Truthfully, he was at odds with himself. So many directions he could go in. So many things he had to do. Super monsters, vampires, thugs on the streets, he chuckled at the thought- Dinosaurs. Let's not forget our dear friends at OZ. He huffed a bit and scuffed the box forward, causing the dog at his feet to raise her head lazily to check out what he was doing. He leaned back in his chair and dropped his hand down to pat her on the head.
So his priorities were out of order. That was the thing, wasn't it? Where to start on his mess?
When: Night
Where: On the commons level balcony garden on the tenth floor of his housing building.
Summery: Duo is thinking about what he should do now that he's been taken here and away from a war. Blah blah blaaaah. He feels out of his element, even here.
Sitting against a chair, the young pilot dug through a box full of stuff he had left at Hilde's parent's place. A gun, which he reloaded and pocketed, his cross, which he set on the table beside him, and a few other notable personal affects. There was even his hair, braided and tattered where it was cut from the nape of his neck nearly a year before. He sighed at that, thinking of his double who still had his attacked to his head. He sighed and stuffed it back into the box, removing the rest of the scattered technology to tinker with for the rest of the night.
Truthfully, he was at odds with himself. So many directions he could go in. So many things he had to do. Super monsters, vampires, thugs on the streets, he chuckled at the thought- Dinosaurs. Let's not forget our dear friends at OZ. He huffed a bit and scuffed the box forward, causing the dog at his feet to raise her head lazily to check out what he was doing. He leaned back in his chair and dropped his hand down to pat her on the head.
So his priorities were out of order. That was the thing, wasn't it? Where to start on his mess?