hello darkness, hello goodbye;
Day: 21
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki soukahisoka, Grell Sutcliff chainsaw_juliet, Matt loadsavedgame, Joshua naturalpuppy, Rin cutest_avenger, Reeve felis_fidelus
Summary: Hisoka is using his empathy to recover, if not his own memories, at least others' memories of him. At least that's something.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY/All day
Status: Open to those listed above, who replied to this post with an affirmative, and feel like logging it
He would only have to go to the cells of two of the people who had answered his request. Reeve, that was the man's name, Reeve and Edgeworth. Hisoka glanced at the small piece of paper on which he had written everyone's names and a quick description that might help him recognize and remember them. Reeve: quiet-voiced, sounds broken. Edgeworth: speaks with precision, blusters.
Hisoka had made a point of writing in his native language. If his little notes were discovered... well, he hadn't committed much of value to them of yet. On the desk were scattered notes of things that had happened, that people had mentioned, his own half-formed conclusions about what he must have seen here that he couldn't remember, about whats and whys.
He folded the paper up, went over to the desk, brought all the papers there together and stuffed them in a drawer, alert for the first knock at his door.
[ooc: Just reply with your character knocking or BUSTIN' IN LIKE THE KOOL-AID MAN THRU WALLS, whichever, and note the time of day in the subject line. Edgey or Reeve, I will start tinylogs for you tomorrow, I guess, unless you think we should use this post. :o]
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki soukahisoka, Grell Sutcliff chainsaw_juliet, Matt loadsavedgame, Joshua naturalpuppy, Rin cutest_avenger, Reeve felis_fidelus
Summary: Hisoka is using his empathy to recover, if not his own memories, at least others' memories of him. At least that's something.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY/All day
Status: Open to those listed above, who replied to this post with an affirmative, and feel like logging it
He would only have to go to the cells of two of the people who had answered his request. Reeve, that was the man's name, Reeve and Edgeworth. Hisoka glanced at the small piece of paper on which he had written everyone's names and a quick description that might help him recognize and remember them. Reeve: quiet-voiced, sounds broken. Edgeworth: speaks with precision, blusters.
Hisoka had made a point of writing in his native language. If his little notes were discovered... well, he hadn't committed much of value to them of yet. On the desk were scattered notes of things that had happened, that people had mentioned, his own half-formed conclusions about what he must have seen here that he couldn't remember, about whats and whys.
He folded the paper up, went over to the desk, brought all the papers there together and stuffed them in a drawer, alert for the first knock at his door.
[ooc: Just reply with your character knocking or BUSTIN' IN LIKE THE KOOL-AID MAN THRU WALLS, whichever, and note the time of day in the subject line. Edgey or Reeve, I will start tinylogs for you tomorrow, I guess, unless you think we should use this post. :o]