[In Progress] -Open-
Who: Atem and OPEN to anyone who would like a chaperon or who just wants HEY HELP HIM.
What: Welcome to Domino!
When: February 1st, in the afternoon after all the characters get there.
Where: Wandering the streets, parks, wherever you'd like to run into him because he just needs to keep moving.
Warnings: CARD GAMES? ANNOYING CHILDREN? COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF BELTS AND LEATHER.
He'd woken up, he'd taken a shower, he'd done nothing remarkable that morning- except notice all his clothes were missing except for one suspect outfit. But he couldn't lie, it fit him perfectly and he rather liked it. A mix of past and present. If he'd had been a designer he might have made something like this.
But once he went outside, his heart stopped for a full second. Those towering scrapers, those people, that name, that sky- "Impossible." The shock might have scared ten years off of his life, but this was never, ever supposed to happen. Domino.
How? Where? When?
Was he alone? Had the island brought him back to a time, a place, a world he didn't belong in? Impossible, again. He was supposed to be dead. Did Seto really find a way home? Where was Seto? Where was anyone?
"Hey!" A young voice shouted from behind him. "You're the King of Games, right? RIGHT?!" Atem could only stare, a dull nod. This was not happening. The kid handed him a card and a white marker. "Sign it. Please! It'll bring me good luck." And without even thinking, Atem Mutou was scrawled across in soft-stroked Kanji. The kid looked at the card. "Atem? Who the hell is that. Are you Yuugi's lame cousin or something? FAIL. Why didn't you tell me before you ruined my best card! LOSER." He screamed before running away.
"Oh, Gods..." Everything was falling apart at the seams. He didn't have an identity here. No one knew him as anything but Game King or Yuugi. He didn't belong here. He had no one. He was no one. This was terrible.
This was wrong.
What: Welcome to Domino!
When: February 1st, in the afternoon after all the characters get there.
Where: Wandering the streets, parks, wherever you'd like to run into him because he just needs to keep moving.
Warnings: CARD GAMES? ANNOYING CHILDREN? COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF BELTS AND LEATHER.
He'd woken up, he'd taken a shower, he'd done nothing remarkable that morning- except notice all his clothes were missing except for one suspect outfit. But he couldn't lie, it fit him perfectly and he rather liked it. A mix of past and present. If he'd had been a designer he might have made something like this.
But once he went outside, his heart stopped for a full second. Those towering scrapers, those people, that name, that sky- "Impossible." The shock might have scared ten years off of his life, but this was never, ever supposed to happen. Domino.
How? Where? When?
Was he alone? Had the island brought him back to a time, a place, a world he didn't belong in? Impossible, again. He was supposed to be dead. Did Seto really find a way home? Where was Seto? Where was anyone?
"Hey!" A young voice shouted from behind him. "You're the King of Games, right? RIGHT?!" Atem could only stare, a dull nod. This was not happening. The kid handed him a card and a white marker. "Sign it. Please! It'll bring me good luck." And without even thinking, Atem Mutou was scrawled across in soft-stroked Kanji. The kid looked at the card. "Atem? Who the hell is that. Are you Yuugi's lame cousin or something? FAIL. Why didn't you tell me before you ruined my best card! LOSER." He screamed before running away.
"Oh, Gods..." Everything was falling apart at the seams. He didn't have an identity here. No one knew him as anything but Game King or Yuugi. He didn't belong here. He had no one. He was no one. This was terrible.
This was wrong.