Ken → 014
Who: insorrow and stillneedsakiss
Where: A street in the 2nd District, moving to Aya's apartment.
Style: First.
Status: Closed.
Notes: Backdated to the 15th. The fallout from this log, the resulting broadcast and second log continues.
[Except you don't have anywhere else to go, do you?
[It's dark, or dark enough, or will be getting that way shortly - either way the shops are shutting, the streetlights are flickering on, and the crowds that previously thronged the streets of the city have thinned and thinned again. It's been a pleasant enough day, but with the day at an end few passers-by are left on the streets and the few that are clearly aren't in much of a mood to linger, hurrying to the streetcars or their apartments, or into the bars and restaurants. They've got places to go, is the important bit... and here Ken is sitting on a wall with a rucksack by his feet, wishing he was more like the others. Wishing he had somewhere else to be.
[Ken didn't think to grab his jacket when he left (when you ran out, Hidaka, be honest) and though it's a mild evening, he's starting to regret it. He's starting to regret a lot of things, including the fact that he's out here at all.
[He can't go back, though. Not like this, not so soon. It'd be too embarrassing.
[Ken is out here for better or worse: not that this gets him anywhere nearer working out what he's going to do about it. He's scrolling idly through the contact list of his Dreamberry again - at least that way it looks like he's not just sitting there - wondering if he should try to find a hotel, only to stop short. To raise his head, then close his eyes and sigh. Maybe it's something he ate, or maybe he's always been an idiot and just never really realized it before...
[He'll call Aya.]
Where: A street in the 2nd District, moving to Aya's apartment.
Style: First.
Status: Closed.
Notes: Backdated to the 15th. The fallout from this log, the resulting broadcast and second log continues.
[Except you don't have anywhere else to go, do you?
[It's dark, or dark enough, or will be getting that way shortly - either way the shops are shutting, the streetlights are flickering on, and the crowds that previously thronged the streets of the city have thinned and thinned again. It's been a pleasant enough day, but with the day at an end few passers-by are left on the streets and the few that are clearly aren't in much of a mood to linger, hurrying to the streetcars or their apartments, or into the bars and restaurants. They've got places to go, is the important bit... and here Ken is sitting on a wall with a rucksack by his feet, wishing he was more like the others. Wishing he had somewhere else to be.
[Ken didn't think to grab his jacket when he left (when you ran out, Hidaka, be honest) and though it's a mild evening, he's starting to regret it. He's starting to regret a lot of things, including the fact that he's out here at all.
[He can't go back, though. Not like this, not so soon. It'd be too embarrassing.
[Ken is out here for better or worse: not that this gets him anywhere nearer working out what he's going to do about it. He's scrolling idly through the contact list of his Dreamberry again - at least that way it looks like he's not just sitting there - wondering if he should try to find a hotel, only to stop short. To raise his head, then close his eyes and sigh. Maybe it's something he ate, or maybe he's always been an idiot and just never really realized it before...
[He'll call Aya.]