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Day three had not been the best day for Zack. Day two he'd awoken stiff and sore from sleeping on the floor of the dojo. His conversation with his IPD partner, Austin, had made him feel much better. At the very least he wasn't stuck in the body of an insane person or a woman or both. But they didn't patrol and that left Zack with plenty of time to think.
He ended up back where he began at the beginning of day two: he might be stuck in this body. It wasn't the worst thing in the world. He could certainly work on it, but today wasn't the day he'd start. Which lead into thinking about other things. Things like home, dying, Angeal. And other things he'd missed out on like saving the world with Cloud or going home to Aeris. Feeling sorry for himself, he decided not to go home to the dojo. Finding a quiet spot in the Compound, he'd fallen asleep.
Day three, he hid out in the compound. He stayed mostly in the rec room, looking through whatever the bookshelf would give him. He'd listened to the jukebox, but the songs it had played didn't make him feel any better. Eventually he'd called it a day, found another quiet spot in the compound rather than going back to the dojo.
When he awoke on Wednesday, Day 4 as Mark, he was feeling no better than before. He was tired, cranky, moody and listless. Just because it had been a quiet spot, didn't mean people hadn't walked by all night, speaking loudly or in whispers to each other. He was actually starting to annoy himself. He knew he should get up, maybe run a little, shower and get some breakfast, but he just couldn't be bothered.
Instead he sat on the floor of the rec room by the bookshelf, listlessly flipping through books.
[Find 1 Zack Fair in Mark Cohen's body. He's being emo, but talking to him will probably get him out of his funk. ST/LT welcome.]
He ended up back where he began at the beginning of day two: he might be stuck in this body. It wasn't the worst thing in the world. He could certainly work on it, but today wasn't the day he'd start. Which lead into thinking about other things. Things like home, dying, Angeal. And other things he'd missed out on like saving the world with Cloud or going home to Aeris. Feeling sorry for himself, he decided not to go home to the dojo. Finding a quiet spot in the Compound, he'd fallen asleep.
Day three, he hid out in the compound. He stayed mostly in the rec room, looking through whatever the bookshelf would give him. He'd listened to the jukebox, but the songs it had played didn't make him feel any better. Eventually he'd called it a day, found another quiet spot in the compound rather than going back to the dojo.
When he awoke on Wednesday, Day 4 as Mark, he was feeling no better than before. He was tired, cranky, moody and listless. Just because it had been a quiet spot, didn't mean people hadn't walked by all night, speaking loudly or in whispers to each other. He was actually starting to annoy himself. He knew he should get up, maybe run a little, shower and get some breakfast, but he just couldn't be bothered.
Instead he sat on the floor of the rec room by the bookshelf, listlessly flipping through books.
[Find 1 Zack Fair in Mark Cohen's body. He's being emo, but talking to him will probably get him out of his funk. ST/LT welcome.]