BACKDATED TO YESTERDAY~
Who: Ken and Shinjiro and then Minato and then everyone else involved? : D?
Where: Cherrygrove
When: YESTERDAY NIGHT
Summary: ... bad things happen.
Rating: M for Mature, like P3.
Log:
It was most definitely dark, with midnight approaching the small city that was Cherrygrove. Ken had chosen the one place in the entirety of Johto that he'd ever felt comfortable--a secluded spot on the beach. If he had to run from here, he wouldn't mind remembering the last few minutes he had to relax being on the beach, watching the ocean. He'd tried to leave Nemesis behind, pushing her away from him at the beginning of Route 30, but she had stubbornly followed him here.
Her attitude problem was half frustrating, half endearing.
Either way, he stared at the water, thinking of what was to come. This wasn't his ideal spot--the alley at home was his plan A--but he'd already waited too long. He couldn't hide from everyone forever. He was also lacking his ideal weapon, the spear which could make up for his tiny stature. He'd come to make do with a kitchen knife he'd slipped away from the kitchen in the hotel where he was staying. It hadn't been that long since he'd sent his message to Shinjiro privately. He'd not bothered waiting for a response, instead, he stood here, water lapping at his ankles, waiting.
Ken would not be suffering much longer, of that he was sure.
Where: Cherrygrove
When: YESTERDAY NIGHT
Summary: ... bad things happen.
Rating: M for Mature, like P3.
Log:
It was most definitely dark, with midnight approaching the small city that was Cherrygrove. Ken had chosen the one place in the entirety of Johto that he'd ever felt comfortable--a secluded spot on the beach. If he had to run from here, he wouldn't mind remembering the last few minutes he had to relax being on the beach, watching the ocean. He'd tried to leave Nemesis behind, pushing her away from him at the beginning of Route 30, but she had stubbornly followed him here.
Her attitude problem was half frustrating, half endearing.
Either way, he stared at the water, thinking of what was to come. This wasn't his ideal spot--the alley at home was his plan A--but he'd already waited too long. He couldn't hide from everyone forever. He was also lacking his ideal weapon, the spear which could make up for his tiny stature. He'd come to make do with a kitchen knife he'd slipped away from the kitchen in the hotel where he was staying. It hadn't been that long since he'd sent his message to Shinjiro privately. He'd not bothered waiting for a response, instead, he stood here, water lapping at his ankles, waiting.
Ken would not be suffering much longer, of that he was sure.