[08: Blank Points]
Characters: Neku and you!
Location: Where ever you want; he has no idea where he is.
Time: We'll say evening, shall we?
Style: any!
Status: Open like a spicy tuna roll
[Everything- everything- was unfamiliar. The streets, the sounds, his clothes, his own face- he was lost and he had no idea who he was, to boot.
Worse, was the hollow aching in his chest. That there was something important that he'd forgotten, something he couldn't just forget, but he had and it felt like someone had...died.]
Who am I? ....Where am I?
[Aside from hopelessly, hopelessly lost. Sighing, he stopped and fiddled with the phone that had been in his pocket, along with a weird starfish, a bunch of Pins and a letter he'd placed on the kitchen table before leaving whoever's house he'd woken up in.]
Trust your partner. Time: Five minutes.
...Who is my partner, then?!
[He would have been more than happy to throw the stupid phone into the ground, if not for the horrified pangs of conscience. Instead, it was shoved roughly into his pocket again, before he looked around, trying to decide which way might actually lead him somewhere he could- stop.]
[[ooc: Neku will be calling himself Hotaru, since he doesn't remember his own name, right now. Thanks for the name, Josh~]]
Location: Where ever you want; he has no idea where he is.
Time: We'll say evening, shall we?
Style: any!
Status: Open like a spicy tuna roll
[Everything- everything- was unfamiliar. The streets, the sounds, his clothes, his own face- he was lost and he had no idea who he was, to boot.
Worse, was the hollow aching in his chest. That there was something important that he'd forgotten, something he couldn't just forget, but he had and it felt like someone had...died.]
Who am I? ....Where am I?
[Aside from hopelessly, hopelessly lost. Sighing, he stopped and fiddled with the phone that had been in his pocket, along with a weird starfish, a bunch of Pins and a letter he'd placed on the kitchen table before leaving whoever's house he'd woken up in.]
Trust your partner. Time: Five minutes.
...Who is my partner, then?!
[He would have been more than happy to throw the stupid phone into the ground, if not for the horrified pangs of conscience. Instead, it was shoved roughly into his pocket again, before he looked around, trying to decide which way might actually lead him somewhere he could- stop.]
[[ooc: Neku will be calling himself Hotaru, since he doesn't remember his own name, right now. Thanks for the name, Josh~]]