Day 49: Morning - Main Street

[sanguinario]

[From here.]

Easily forgiven? Unlikely. A pair of (presumably) mental patient committing theft. No, it was highly unlikely they would be easily forgiven. Conscience-wise? It wouldn't even stain his thoughts, really. Nothing like ten years of judgemental slaughter to make your mind jaded against the simpler crimes in the world

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[swornandbroken]

Mello had finished the chocolate by the time the bus parked, and he stared dully out the window as the other 'patients' started to clear out. The town looked like a slice of corny Americana, except for the graffiti. Genuine paranoia, conspiracy, or... He sighed. Who the fuck cared? Either way, he wouldn't find any sympathy or help here, and he no longer trusted his ability to turn that around with charm or more forceful persuasion.

Once off the bus, he pulled the hood of the awful tangerine thing up over his hair, and stuffed his hands into the jeans pockets. He was used to people looking at him, but not like this, suspicious as hell. Even if shoplifting weren't beneath him, he'd never pull it off. Not looking like a walking goddamn traffic cone, and not with the locals watching him as if they expected a psychotic break any second

[mugenreppa]

Mele was looking up at the clouds as she exited the bus. Her prediction was looking more likely, wasn't it. Not that she had anything against rain-just on principle, it was....

She sighed and fished out the apple from the paper bag that, in turn, had been fished out from the big pocket of the black coat. What an annoyance. She'd take it off, but the prospect of having to carry the coat around wasn't any more appealing.

Munching on the apple, Mele started down the street, wondering why the town looked so beat up. And why there weren't more construction sites. Had she calculated wrong? Most of the rebuilding from last week would have been finished by now, she'd thought. But then, what was the purpose of those smiley faces? They resembled the ones on the grey shirts they always had to wear; was it supposed to be some kind of message?

"You look like you're having fun," she commented idly as her pace brought her next to someone who looked like he was trying to imitate some kinda fruit. Very...citrus-y.

[swornandbroken]

"I love fake freedom, don't you?" He glanced over at the girl: about his age, at a guess. Pretty, if you liked that sort of thing. He wondered how she got her hair to do that with limited supplies; his always felt dirty, yet another low-grade, background annoyance. Company might not be a terrible idea after all. The weather put Mello uncomfortably in mind of the day he'd been sure, until last night, would always rank as the worst of his life.

In his mind's eye, he saw the kid he'd been, leaving Wammy's in the rain, with one bag and the clothes on his back. Don't do it, he wished he could tell him. You're going off to a war you'll never win. He'd been so sure, then. So cocky, and so wrong. He dragged his thoughts back to the here and now.

"How long do you think it'll be before the villagers come after us with pitchforks?"

[mugenreppa]

"It was never any sort of freedom, you know," Mele replied, glancing up at the sky again. Why hadn't they been given umbrellas? The rain was going to make her hair all soppy. Though, umbrellas were probably too much to ask for. "We can't get out of here, either, or we'd be gone already."

Not that she'd know for sure; last time, she couldn't walk. But it worked on the same principle that the Institute did: there were too many of the type who'd strive, despite their own safety, to help everyone out. If there was a way to get out from here, they'd have heard about it.

"...Pitchforks?" She glanced around. Mele had noticed the glares, but she didn't see any pitchforks. Unless the villagers were hiding them really well. "Why pitchforks?"

[runner_up_robot]

[from here]

Not deterred at all by the light drizzle, Forte moved quickly down the street, looking around at the signs and stores. He didn't really care about what they had to sell, but he was having fun just seeing the variety of buildings and displays instead of drab hallway after drab hallway. It was, literally, a breath of fresh air walking as he looked into the bookstore, grocer, whatever he was passing.

There were a few glares from the townsfolk - after all, he looked as likely as anyone to be a vandal - but he barely noticed, if at all. He was in his own little world, and even was used to (and enjoyed) the ire of the public under normal circumstances.

[free and just going to be thread-hopping, feel free to grab him wherever he is!]

[runner_up_robot]

Enthused by the sense of freedom, Forte happily started to jog, and run down the street, just for the sake of running.

[to here]

[toxicspiderman]

The sky was the color of the uniforms they weren't wearing. Though it was missing a yellow-faced cartoon sun peeping out. Perfect weather for vampires.

S.T. jogged through the rain with one goal in mind. A fucking cup of coffee. That was all he wanted. Maybe some highly-greased eggs to cushion his stomach. One cup a week wasn't a habit, it was pathetic.

He passed the small-town McDonald's equivalent with the highly appropriate name. Naah. A styrofoam cup didn't cut it. A bottomless diner mug with a tattooed, forty-something waitress refilling it, calling him luv in a tone only roadside café workers ever used seriously.

[to here]

[vsyourface]

After getting off the bus with Neku (aka: Sora's Quieter Cousin-Twice-Removed), Scott didn't really know quite what to do with himself. He had a packet of slowly soaking coupons in one hand, a half-finished breakfast in an equally moistening paper bag in the other, and a banged-up small town he'd never been in before laid out in front of him. And there was no level objective hint about what would be most important to see and do in the town. "Uhhh..." he said to himself, wandering down the main street with absolutely no idea where he was going

[kingdomless]

When Kairi stepped off of the bus, the first thing she did was look at the sky. Dark and looming, the clouds looked as if they would drop rain at any second. Because of this, the once princess quietly lifted the hood of her raincoat up and began to move away from the yellow bus, trying her hardest not to slip from her too large red rainboots.

Hands shoved into her pockets, she looked around the street at the other patients, wondering what Sora and Riku were doing for the day. Even though she knew it was better if they weren't together all the time, she couldn't help but worry about the two boys. Perhaps she was just so used to being without them and wishing for their well-being that even when she didn't need to worry she still did it. It was programed into her mind, and it probably always would be.

Oh well, Kairi told herself as she continued to walk down the street, looking at the stores and the windows that passed by. There's always a first time for everything.

( free to a good home. :( )

[chainsaw_royal]

"Hmph."

Stepping off the bus, Hime gave the gray sky a flat glare as it began to drizzle, little bits of water that could hardly even be called droplets starting to precipitate. Judging by the clouds, it would only get heavier from there.

And here she was, stuck with this monstrosity the nurses insist she wear. She'd already tried to leave it in her seat on the bus, but the staff chided her and told her not to be forgetful, once more foisting the dread garment on her. Exiting the park, she saw enough orderlies around that being able to dispose of it seemed unlikely. Still, until one of them came over and forced her to, Hime refused to wear it and the raincoat remained tucked under one arm.

Blue jeans and semi-prophetic T-Shirt uncovered, the Royal wandered down the main street outside the park. So this was Doyleton, was it? Strange vandalism aside, it looked just as sedate and unremarkable as the institute did during the day

[kingdomless]

At the sound of a voice Kairi turned her head, looking up at the girl who had approached her. With a smile at the girl's comment and a nod of her head, she spoke. "Mhm. Especially when we're all wearing silly things like this. I think they want me to trip and fall over something, or else they wouldn't have given me boots two sizes too big."

She was starting to get cold, too. A skirt was normally something she almost always reached for, but now? Nuh uh. They could have at least given her some knee length socks or something ...

Forgetting herself and her manners, Kairi smiled up to the girl once again, tilting her head to the side for a moment as she looked at the sky before looking back towards the blonde. "I'm Kairi. I don't think we've ever met before. Where are you from?" Which was fine, really. She loved making new friends and hearing about other planets and lives and whatnot - it was all fascinating to her.

[chainsaw_royal]

"Silly indeed," Hime agree, glancing down at the jacket folded in her arms. At least all her clothes fit, and included pants. Well, a chill like this wasn't enough to start bothering the Royal, but if it started actually pouring, they'd definitely have to find shelter.

"You can call me Hime, Kairi," she replied with a smile. "And I'm from Sasanaki City, a small town in Japan. What about you?" The princess was likewise interested in the origins of others, but out of a more idle curiosity and a partial habit, cataloging the strange things of this world, even if they looked human now.