Little Boy Lost [Open]
Who: Ushiro Jun un_install_er and Watari Yutaka kanscientist
What: Exploring
When: Tonight, April 7th
Where: The Forest
Summary: Bored, and ears hurting from the crying eggs, Jun goes to acquaint himself with his surroundings.
Rating: G for now?
The sky had changed again. The night was falling, however there were still about an hour left until complete sun down, and Ushiro Jun, a thirteen year old boy with glasses and dark hair and clothes, walked slowly through the forest. He wasn't sure where he was heading, or why, he only felt a need to escape the crying that was everywhere. It wasn't that he minded kids, not really, but the eggs made him think, think about things he'd rather not think about. Like, how many people, creatures that had to die when he won his battle when it had been his turn to pilot Zearth, how many creatures that had died before that, and all the casualties in his own world, the men, women and children who had perished. Some of them had been babies, small and helpless, just like the eggs now.
Guilt rode him and made him slightly sick to his stomach, so the cool solitude of the forest, no matter how odd said forest was, felt welcoming.
What: Exploring
When: Tonight, April 7th
Where: The Forest
Summary: Bored, and ears hurting from the crying eggs, Jun goes to acquaint himself with his surroundings.
Rating: G for now?
The sky had changed again. The night was falling, however there were still about an hour left until complete sun down, and Ushiro Jun, a thirteen year old boy with glasses and dark hair and clothes, walked slowly through the forest. He wasn't sure where he was heading, or why, he only felt a need to escape the crying that was everywhere. It wasn't that he minded kids, not really, but the eggs made him think, think about things he'd rather not think about. Like, how many people, creatures that had to die when he won his battle when it had been his turn to pilot Zearth, how many creatures that had died before that, and all the casualties in his own world, the men, women and children who had perished. Some of them had been babies, small and helpless, just like the eggs now.
Guilt rode him and made him slightly sick to his stomach, so the cool solitude of the forest, no matter how odd said forest was, felt welcoming.