Kira ☆ 001
Who: freedomstrike and somarium
Where: Espoir
Style: First!
Status: Mega open ♥
[Kira is just stumbling around the area, looking for any familiar landmarks so that he may be able to at least pinpoint where he is, and so far his efforts have amounted to nothing. He clearly isn’t in the best shape. His entire upper torso is visible, covered completely in fresh bandaging and is head is also wrapped tightly in bandages as well. His breathing is slightly labored, and he’s walking with a visible hunch and an arm wrapped across his ribs. If anyone takes the time to look closely, they will see dried tear marks trailing down his cheeks.
He realizes that simply sitting on the floor where he woke up and feeling sorry for himself will get him no where, and exploring despite his current condition is the only option he can go with. He doesn’t even know why he’s alive, and bandaged for that matter. The last thing he remembers is his GAT-X105 Strike mobile suit being sliced open and exploded, by his best friend to top it all off.
He momentarily looses himself in thought and footing, and stumbles forward. With a small gasp, he places his hands out in front of him to catch his fall. This just isn’t his day.]
Where: Espoir
Style: First!
Status: Mega open ♥
[Kira is just stumbling around the area, looking for any familiar landmarks so that he may be able to at least pinpoint where he is, and so far his efforts have amounted to nothing. He clearly isn’t in the best shape. His entire upper torso is visible, covered completely in fresh bandaging and is head is also wrapped tightly in bandages as well. His breathing is slightly labored, and he’s walking with a visible hunch and an arm wrapped across his ribs. If anyone takes the time to look closely, they will see dried tear marks trailing down his cheeks.
He realizes that simply sitting on the floor where he woke up and feeling sorry for himself will get him no where, and exploring despite his current condition is the only option he can go with. He doesn’t even know why he’s alive, and bandaged for that matter. The last thing he remembers is his GAT-X105 Strike mobile suit being sliced open and exploded, by his best friend to top it all off.
He momentarily looses himself in thought and footing, and stumbles forward. With a small gasp, he places his hands out in front of him to catch his fall. This just isn’t his day.]