[Open to anybody. :)]
WHO: Rika Nonaka, Zach Bosch, anyone else who wants.
WHAT: Rika's just around. Contemplating, thinking.
WHERE: Park.
WHEN: Early morning.
It wasn't hard to get out of the house in the morning before the sun had even risen. Renamon was no where to be found, probably sleeping in the main room -- Rika didn't check -- so it posed no problem for her to make her way out of the home. She had to get out in the mornings crisp fresh air to think. She needed to think, and half the things that were on her mind, she didn't want to bring up with Renamon, really. It would have been pointless, since they were just thoughts...
Luckily, the marketplace was open at such an early hour, which Rika was slightly glad for. Breakfast was purchased, and then she made her way back to the park, where she'd waited for Renamon the first day she'd arrived here. She could see her breath in puffs of steam, but the cold didn't bother her. It would get warmer as the sun rose. She sat herself down on a bench, un-wraping the bun she'd bought as she stared into space.
What am I doing? She frowned, taking a bit out of the bun. Her thoughts were just a jumble or things. Like why was she helping with the rescue effort? If anything, she thought she should be helping with information gathering... That was most likely to provide information she needed, information on this place that you couldn't tell just by looking around. She knew no one who was kidnaped, and really had no desire to save anybody there... But the chance of finding something out. She couldn't let that get away. Rika may have changed over the last year or so, but she still wanted to be the best, in a way. She wanted to be the one to find out this information, as much of it as she could. Then from there, she could find an escape...
But was it hopeless? Renamon couldn't digivolve. Rika wasn't even sure if Renamon could use any attacks, still; She'd forgotten to ask. Sighing softly, she noted to herself that she certainly would when she got home.
This place was so weird. So old fashioned, like the 19th century. She hadn't payed much attention in History class(because, Renamon really did pay more attention to Rika's homework than Rika did), but it still reminded her plenty of it.
She took another bite of her bun, lost in thought.
WHAT: Rika's just around. Contemplating, thinking.
WHERE: Park.
WHEN: Early morning.
It wasn't hard to get out of the house in the morning before the sun had even risen. Renamon was no where to be found, probably sleeping in the main room -- Rika didn't check -- so it posed no problem for her to make her way out of the home. She had to get out in the mornings crisp fresh air to think. She needed to think, and half the things that were on her mind, she didn't want to bring up with Renamon, really. It would have been pointless, since they were just thoughts...
Luckily, the marketplace was open at such an early hour, which Rika was slightly glad for. Breakfast was purchased, and then she made her way back to the park, where she'd waited for Renamon the first day she'd arrived here. She could see her breath in puffs of steam, but the cold didn't bother her. It would get warmer as the sun rose. She sat herself down on a bench, un-wraping the bun she'd bought as she stared into space.
What am I doing? She frowned, taking a bit out of the bun. Her thoughts were just a jumble or things. Like why was she helping with the rescue effort? If anything, she thought she should be helping with information gathering... That was most likely to provide information she needed, information on this place that you couldn't tell just by looking around. She knew no one who was kidnaped, and really had no desire to save anybody there... But the chance of finding something out. She couldn't let that get away. Rika may have changed over the last year or so, but she still wanted to be the best, in a way. She wanted to be the one to find out this information, as much of it as she could. Then from there, she could find an escape...
But was it hopeless? Renamon couldn't digivolve. Rika wasn't even sure if Renamon could use any attacks, still; She'd forgotten to ask. Sighing softly, she noted to herself that she certainly would when she got home.
This place was so weird. So old fashioned, like the 19th century. She hadn't payed much attention in History class(because, Renamon really did pay more attention to Rika's homework than Rika did), but it still reminded her plenty of it.
She took another bite of her bun, lost in thought.