Characters: Shilo and Yosuke, anyone else who pops in~ Setting: Entrance room Time: Night 006, approaching midnight Summary: Shilo and Yosuke arrive in the house! Warnings: Lame post titles? *blames Drunk*
Yosuke's headphones were on, the music was blasting, his foot was tapping, and he gripped his blades tightly. All in all, it was a routine fight against a routine shadow. That was how it started, at least. A routine fight became more than ordinary as Yosuke found shocks rattling his system, smarting like hell. It was his Achilles Heel, and as the shocks ended he felt himself falling towards the ground
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Shilo spun around once she noticed that someone else was there - it had taken her a moment to really notice him at all, mostly to the point where he actually was addressing her, now, asking her what was going on in there. Not like she knew, either, but that wasn't even entirely the point...
She stepped back a little bit - away from this new boy and away from the closet with those...those things in it. She wasn't sure how to answer him - or if she even should, so for now she just asked the question that was most important to her.
Cold. It was particularly cold here- and for the most part there was an empty silence. The cold reached further than of the body sensory of touch and pierced right through the first layers of skin through muscle and chilled the bones.
There was a boy- his back against one wall covered with faded wall paper- dressed in a militant uniform of green, a white brimless beret seated on a head of short blond hair- black gloved hands gripped tightly against his rifle-more out of using it as a security blanket than for it’s real use. The place was eerie but he had yet to see any reason to really use his fire arm. For now he clung to it, for it was the most familiar thing he had for the time being…
Soft intakes of breath were all that filled those ears when it came to sound while blue irises narrowed at the darkness that spanned before him as he stood in that wide room. Where…was he…? This-house was not one he recognized, not to say he made much of a habit of visiting houses of the idiots that surrounded his own home, but still… this had a
( ... )
The girl seemed just as confused as he was, and Yosuke found it hard to believe she wanted to be here anymore than he did. Of course, that still raised the question - where exactly was 'here'? Had he somehow found some hidden part of the TV world, somewhere they had never even sensed before? If that was the case, how did he get here, and more importantly, how did she get here? If someone else had been thrown in, they would've been shown on the Midnight Channel. Thats how all the others had gone. Were they somewhere else entirely? He couldn't be sure of anything, bot Yosuke resolved to figure it out as soon as possible. After all, his friends were counting on him! He needed to get back
( ... )
Shilo shifted a little bit, and stepped back a little bit more, again, trying to keep what might be considered a 'safe distance' between herself and this 'Yosuke' guy. It was kind of a weird name, and she'd definitely never seen anyone who looked like him before - not like she'd met a lot of people, but never even on TV, or anything like that. She shivered a little bit, still obviously scared - and, of course, cold - as she moved, now fairly close to the second door to the room - where someone else was, unbeknownst enough to her - almost like she was ready to dash off at any moment. So he didn't know where he was, either...?
"...this is a little like home." she said, softly, glancing away for a moment - toward that..closet - "But I don't think it is..." she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be talking to this guy - but she didn't have much choice right now. "...I'm Shilo."
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She stepped back a little bit - away from this new boy and away from the closet with those...those things in it. She wasn't sure how to answer him - or if she even should, so for now she just asked the question that was most important to her.
"Who are you?"
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There was a boy- his back against one wall covered with faded wall paper- dressed in a militant uniform of green, a white brimless beret seated on a head of short blond hair- black gloved hands gripped tightly against his rifle-more out of using it as a security blanket than for it’s real use. The place was eerie but he had yet to see any reason to really use his fire arm. For now he clung to it, for it was the most familiar thing he had for the time being…
Soft intakes of breath were all that filled those ears when it came to sound while blue irises narrowed at the darkness that spanned before him as he stood in that wide room. Where…was he…? This-house was not one he recognized, not to say he made much of a habit of visiting houses of the idiots that surrounded his own home, but still… this had a ( ... )
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"...this is a little like home." she said, softly, glancing away for a moment - toward that..closet - "But I don't think it is..." she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be talking to this guy - but she didn't have much choice right now. "...I'm Shilo."
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