⊗004 [Open Commentlog]
[John definitely once used to be a little boy, and once again, he is one. He's a scared, sad, and bruised little boy left wandering the halls of the MS Elegante alone.
The small, frail child has found himself at the buffet and since it seems as good an idea as any, he waits at one of the tables.
Maybe his parents will find him... hopefully they won't. But then what would happen? He's never seen this place before and he doesn't see anyone he knows. This definitely doesn't look like Brooklyn. John touches his head. It doesn't hurt, but maybe it hurts to bad that it just feels like it doesn't hurt. He's heard of that happening.
For now, he just sits with his elbows on the table, eying the strangers around him warily.]
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The small, frail child has found himself at the buffet and since it seems as good an idea as any, he waits at one of the tables.
Maybe his parents will find him... hopefully they won't. But then what would happen? He's never seen this place before and he doesn't see anyone he knows. This definitely doesn't look like Brooklyn. John touches his head. It doesn't hurt, but maybe it hurts to bad that it just feels like it doesn't hurt. He's heard of that happening.
For now, he just sits with his elbows on the table, eying the strangers around him warily.]
[ooc: tags will be done with worstestone ]