this place is so messed up [closed thread]
WHO: Sakuraba Neku [desolatory] and Misaki Shiki [styletastic]
WHAT: Upon arriving, Neku decides to go find Shiki, mainly for the freaking out from the blood craze going on.
WHERE: Near to the Crimson Dragon.
WHEN: Late evening, after this.
It was odd what one week of being dead could do to your head and the way you percieved the world. Well, the latter hadn't changed much, except for the fact Neku had to consistantly remind himself he could run into people and objects, and wouldn't just be able to get round them in miniscule spaces. He was perfectly solid and visable, and that seemed to mess with his head a bit more than usual.
It also seemed as though headphones - no surprise really, this 'Rivelata' place seemed like some freaky cosplay party for the carribean yet was very real at the same time - were out of place, as a few of the locals (or, what he presumed were locals) threw him the odd funny look. Neku ignored it all- he'd learnt to ignore it a long time ago. No one's views really mattered to him, at all.
Well, except one. One girl who had broken straight into his little secluded world, and started the slight change within him, to actually concider other people. Just a bit. He knew that she was important- she had been the price, afterall.
... he wasn't sure he could really forgive himself for that, but he pushed the thought aside. She hadn't pressed it, and if she didn't bring it up again, neither would he. Best to concentrate on finding Shiki first rather than getting lost.
It didn't take long, as he seemed to recognize the stylistic, out of place clothing through the few people still traversing the street. A smile tugged at his lips for a moment, but he pushed it back. He breathed, slow and steady, before he walked up straight behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.
"Hey."
WHAT: Upon arriving, Neku decides to go find Shiki, mainly for the freaking out from the blood craze going on.
WHERE: Near to the Crimson Dragon.
WHEN: Late evening, after this.
It was odd what one week of being dead could do to your head and the way you percieved the world. Well, the latter hadn't changed much, except for the fact Neku had to consistantly remind himself he could run into people and objects, and wouldn't just be able to get round them in miniscule spaces. He was perfectly solid and visable, and that seemed to mess with his head a bit more than usual.
It also seemed as though headphones - no surprise really, this 'Rivelata' place seemed like some freaky cosplay party for the carribean yet was very real at the same time - were out of place, as a few of the locals (or, what he presumed were locals) threw him the odd funny look. Neku ignored it all- he'd learnt to ignore it a long time ago. No one's views really mattered to him, at all.
Well, except one. One girl who had broken straight into his little secluded world, and started the slight change within him, to actually concider other people. Just a bit. He knew that she was important- she had been the price, afterall.
... he wasn't sure he could really forgive himself for that, but he pushed the thought aside. She hadn't pressed it, and if she didn't bring it up again, neither would he. Best to concentrate on finding Shiki first rather than getting lost.
It didn't take long, as he seemed to recognize the stylistic, out of place clothing through the few people still traversing the street. A smile tugged at his lips for a moment, but he pushed it back. He breathed, slow and steady, before he walked up straight behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.
"Hey."