A lone child out in the streets[OPEN]
WHO: Kiddy!Sena and anyone he may run into
WHAT: A little kid roaming the streets of Rivelata. That are infested with plants. :/
WHERE: Housing district before progressing into the market district
WHEN: Evening, day something or rather.
Sena took a deep breath and pushed open his windows with some effort. The window creaked loudly and he froze, waiting for the sound of angry footsteps marching up the stairs in order to berate them. When no one came, he relaxed slightly before swinging a leg over the ledge. With some effort, he maneuvered his way onto the tree that was conveniently outside and told himself not to look down. He hated these sorts of dangerous things, why was he doing it?
Well, deep down, he knew why. He was scared. Absolutely terrified. He didn't want to be in this strange place with familiar-but-not faces and names. He wanted to be home, with his mother and father and Pitt and safe and sound, where Riku was still around his height and Mamori-neechan was just a tiny bit taller and completely familiar to him. And he had to get out and find a familiar place.
He just had to- for the first time in his ten years of life, he'd be not-passive.
Slowly, bit by bit, he scaled down the tree. It took some time and effort but he was finally on the lowest branch possible. Risking a glance downwards, he sighed in relief- it was just an easy jump down now, all he had to do was be careful. With as much care possible he grabbed hold of the branch with his small hands and swung his legs off. Only to hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Owowowowowowowow!" He cried, rubbing his backside. That was going to leave a very big bruise. Tears sprang up in his eyes and it was only the words from the pretty girl from the journals that kept him from crying out right. Sena didn't feel very brave right now. Taking another deep breath, he wiped his eyes with his still too big sleeves. He'd find his mother and father and this would all just be a very bad dream. He'd go home and reunite with his sister-friend who was only eleven turning twelve not this sixteen/seventeen lady who seemed to think he had to be piggybacked.
And then he got up and ran.
WHAT: A little kid roaming the streets of Rivelata. That are infested with plants. :/
WHERE: Housing district before progressing into the market district
WHEN: Evening, day something or rather.
Sena took a deep breath and pushed open his windows with some effort. The window creaked loudly and he froze, waiting for the sound of angry footsteps marching up the stairs in order to berate them. When no one came, he relaxed slightly before swinging a leg over the ledge. With some effort, he maneuvered his way onto the tree that was conveniently outside and told himself not to look down. He hated these sorts of dangerous things, why was he doing it?
Well, deep down, he knew why. He was scared. Absolutely terrified. He didn't want to be in this strange place with familiar-but-not faces and names. He wanted to be home, with his mother and father and Pitt and safe and sound, where Riku was still around his height and Mamori-neechan was just a tiny bit taller and completely familiar to him. And he had to get out and find a familiar place.
He just had to- for the first time in his ten years of life, he'd be not-passive.
Slowly, bit by bit, he scaled down the tree. It took some time and effort but he was finally on the lowest branch possible. Risking a glance downwards, he sighed in relief- it was just an easy jump down now, all he had to do was be careful. With as much care possible he grabbed hold of the branch with his small hands and swung his legs off. Only to hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Owowowowowowowow!" He cried, rubbing his backside. That was going to leave a very big bruise. Tears sprang up in his eyes and it was only the words from the pretty girl from the journals that kept him from crying out right. Sena didn't feel very brave right now. Taking another deep breath, he wiped his eyes with his still too big sleeves. He'd find his mother and father and this would all just be a very bad dream. He'd go home and reunite with his sister-friend who was only eleven turning twelve not this sixteen/seventeen lady who seemed to think he had to be piggybacked.
And then he got up and ran.