... [Closed]
Characters: Legacy/Cloud (memoriesclouded) and Geoff/Edgar (sandcastleking)
Date/Time: March 21st, late afternoon
Location: Temporary lodgings
Rating: PG
Summary: Sibling talk. Or rather, sibling bonding.
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He wasn't sure what to make of this place. Fingering the book in one hand and rolling the coins he had been given in his other hand, he thought about the occurrences in the past few days.
It was all too strange. Legacy let the book slip from his fingers and curled his hand into a loose fist. A soft sigh escaped him as he flopped backwards on the cot, hearing the springs creak under the motion.
First thing do tomorrow-get a job. Or maybe go exploring a little to see what the place was like. Second thing-his clothes. He looked sideways, distastefully, at his sleeve. White. Stark white. It felt like hospital clothing. Third thing-find something that could be used as a weapon and maybe find someone he could test himself against. He felt restless, as if he were missing something. Judging from the calluses on his palms and the strength he knew he had, he felt sure he had been used to combat.
His thoughts turned to the dream he had prior to his “birth.” It frustrating-you try to sort through your memories, but as soon as you feel you can discover something, you touch an inexplicable blank spot that should be filled. They weren’t blocked-they were forgotten.
I didn’t choose to forget. Legacy raked a hand through his hair. He hated this feeling. A casual glance outside told him that it was getting late.
Geoff’s supposed to coming around at this time.
Sitting up and shoving his scattering things on the small table, he gave the place a cursory glance and reminded himself that as soon as he had enough money, he would move out. He didn’t want someplace elaborate, but this place was far too sparse for his tastes.
I just hope communications won’t be messed up any more.
Date/Time: March 21st, late afternoon
Location: Temporary lodgings
Rating: PG
Summary: Sibling talk. Or rather, sibling bonding.
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He wasn't sure what to make of this place. Fingering the book in one hand and rolling the coins he had been given in his other hand, he thought about the occurrences in the past few days.
It was all too strange. Legacy let the book slip from his fingers and curled his hand into a loose fist. A soft sigh escaped him as he flopped backwards on the cot, hearing the springs creak under the motion.
First thing do tomorrow-get a job. Or maybe go exploring a little to see what the place was like. Second thing-his clothes. He looked sideways, distastefully, at his sleeve. White. Stark white. It felt like hospital clothing. Third thing-find something that could be used as a weapon and maybe find someone he could test himself against. He felt restless, as if he were missing something. Judging from the calluses on his palms and the strength he knew he had, he felt sure he had been used to combat.
His thoughts turned to the dream he had prior to his “birth.” It frustrating-you try to sort through your memories, but as soon as you feel you can discover something, you touch an inexplicable blank spot that should be filled. They weren’t blocked-they were forgotten.
I didn’t choose to forget. Legacy raked a hand through his hair. He hated this feeling. A casual glance outside told him that it was getting late.
Geoff’s supposed to coming around at this time.
Sitting up and shoving his scattering things on the small table, he gave the place a cursory glance and reminded himself that as soon as he had enough money, he would move out. He didn’t want someplace elaborate, but this place was far too sparse for his tastes.
I just hope communications won’t be messed up any more.