to a hilly seaside town [CLOSED]
WHO: Takeshi Yamamoto [obliviousfamily], Jim Hawkins [solarsurfed] & Hayato Gokudera [10thcomplex]
WHAT: Yamamoto was never very good at directions
WHERE: Housing District
WHEN: Day 310
The more Yamamoto saw of the town the more it reminded him of Sicily. He had never been there of course, but he had seen the Godfather movies a couple of years ago and the street he was currently following looked almost exactly like the one Michael Corleone had walked down with his wife. Haha, he wondered if Gokudera had noticed the similarities between the mysterious island and the cradle of the mafia culture. He had been walking around all day, trying to make himself familiar with the surrounding and get some exercise at the same time. It was hard to get an overview, seeing as the different districts were much bigger than they looked from the outside. By now he was rather tired, even though well trained he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. There had been too much to think of.
He stopped up, sword case in his hand since his shoulder had started aching about half an hour ago. To be completely honest he didn’t really remember which way he had come. All the houses looked the same and he couldn’t detect any helpful street signs. Oops, the Rain Guardian scratched the back of his head, smiling foolishly. Gokudera wouldn’t be too happy if he told him he had to come look for him, would he now?
It was probably better if he just left him a note over the journal and then did his best to find the way by himself. The black haired teen took up the book from his pocket and wrote a quick message before stuffing it back again. They said that if you always took the left road you’d find your way out sooner or later, right?
WHAT: Yamamoto was never very good at directions
WHERE: Housing District
WHEN: Day 310
The more Yamamoto saw of the town the more it reminded him of Sicily. He had never been there of course, but he had seen the Godfather movies a couple of years ago and the street he was currently following looked almost exactly like the one Michael Corleone had walked down with his wife. Haha, he wondered if Gokudera had noticed the similarities between the mysterious island and the cradle of the mafia culture. He had been walking around all day, trying to make himself familiar with the surrounding and get some exercise at the same time. It was hard to get an overview, seeing as the different districts were much bigger than they looked from the outside. By now he was rather tired, even though well trained he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. There had been too much to think of.
He stopped up, sword case in his hand since his shoulder had started aching about half an hour ago. To be completely honest he didn’t really remember which way he had come. All the houses looked the same and he couldn’t detect any helpful street signs. Oops, the Rain Guardian scratched the back of his head, smiling foolishly. Gokudera wouldn’t be too happy if he told him he had to come look for him, would he now?
It was probably better if he just left him a note over the journal and then did his best to find the way by himself. The black haired teen took up the book from his pocket and wrote a quick message before stuffing it back again. They said that if you always took the left road you’d find your way out sooner or later, right?