But my dreams, they aren't as empty... [ACTIVE/OPEN]

[turnwiddershins]

Characters: The Marquis de Carabas, OPEN.
Content: De Carabas arrives in the broken streets of New York, and finds that the city Above is in worse shape than any Below. And the city Below is simply gone.
Location: On the streets. Out near Rockefeller Center, heading towards Time Square?
Time of day: Late afternoon, early evening.
Warnings: None, I

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[discardedtheory]

Zexion watched as the man walked down the street, being rather careful to conceal himself in the shadows of the buildings that loomed above him.

Such a strange man...that face reminded Zexion of the strange looks of the Heartless that he had once encountered. It was black as darkness, and the eyes and mouth that seemed to hover above the blackness of his face did nothing more than heighten the bizarre sense the man emitted.

"And what are you looking for?" Zexion said aloud, but steping more deeply in the shadows, his hood covering his face. It would not be right to reveal himself until he assessed whether this man was a threat or not.

Hope this is all right

[tendstowardluck]

The last thing Richard had expected was to be wandering around in the sunlight; just a minute ago he had been heading down one of the paths Below in search of a rat to give a message to. Now he seemed to be in another city entirely, with no way to go back.

"Some luck," he said to himself, surprised to find that the few people on the street were gazing directly at him as they walked past.

That wasn't supposed to happen, he thought, becoming more confused as he wandered the area. It was only when caught the sound of a voice that he paused, backing up and noticing the tall buildings nearby.

"Over there?" He began slowly making his way over, absently feeling his pockets for anything that he could use to protect himself. He should still have his knife.

He'd be very much at a loss if he didn't have his knife.

[ihavedoubts]

Castiel had been wandering for a bit now, trying to figure out the state of the world he was in now. It was strange being cut off from the Host itself, to know that there were no eyes watching your every move, waiting to find that single toe he put out of line and make him pay for it. He was getting used to it, but it was so...odd.

So far, the most frustrating thing he found were the fact that he had limited energy. And he had never felt anger before in any form, so it was a learning experience to feel so limited and confined. Something that humans obviously felt, but it was a strange thing to an angel. So now, here he was, walking about in some hopes he would find someone that could point him in the right direction. Since strangely, without the Host that watched him so closely, he was lost at the same time.