Nov 28, 2010 22:27
[ A Late morning. There's a commotion going on at 1669 Nelson Street, not that it isn't a common occurrence in Mayfield already. It looks like a boy is having some problems. ]
I'm gonna ask you again: where am I? -- And where's my stuff? Where'd you put them?
[ The woman looks stupefied for a moment. ] What in the world are you-- [ A chuckle. ] Oh, sweetie. You mean those old things? Well, your father and I had a talk and, and we thought that... maybe it's time you started playing outside more with other children-- [ That's a growl - he's getting impatient. ] Where are they?
... I threw them out. But don't worry, mama will buy you a new one-!
[ SLAM! goes the door. This boy is having lot of problems. ]
I told you a thousand times, lady, you're not my mom! Jeez. [ He starts looking for his things in the trash can outside. Ugh. Those were family heirlooms, woman! ] Gotta be here, they've gotta be here somewhere... [ A pause. ] I hope she got home safely. [ A beat. ] Aaah, why did I think about her all of a sudden!?
[ He's scratching his head in frustration! You'll find him frantically looking in the garbage can or around his house for his things that won't be there, obviously. ]
[ B Anytime during the day. Syaoran is walking around town, looking suspiciously at everything. Yes, the houses, the drones, even you. Can you feel him glaring daggers at your back? He might even be up on a tree or on a rooftop, scanning the area and people-watching. Something's not right... and he doesn't sense any magic in this area, either. ]
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