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First Sunset ★ Where the hell-
Nov. 11th, 2011 03:01 pmLocked to Housemates (918 Bilko Boulevard)
[Roxas wakes up with a start, looking around his bedroom for unseen enemies. He had just been in a fighting the imposter that had corrupted Xion's way of thinking... That's right, the other had just released the darkness and...
But this didn't make sense. He had lost consciousness on the battlefield, he shouldn't be waking up in a strange room, on a strange bed, with strange cloths on. Where was his cloak? After several failed attempts at summoning the keyblade, Roxas edged out of the room. Putting his skills from the organization to work, he starts investigating the area while slinking around in the shadows and inlets of the house. He stares long and hard the the home's "family portraits" , confused to find himself in them. Smiling.
That was unnerving. Finding no other clues in the house, he slips out the front door.]
Open action for around town
♳ Streets of Mayfield
[He's roaming around the the streets, slinking around corners, and trying to remain inconspicuous. He's giving weird looks to almost everything he passes, noting that he was definitely not in Twilight Town anymore. He wanders in and out of yards, going where ever he pleases, examining things through your windows. Investigating your cars, and lawn ornaments. ]
♴ John Doe Park
[Roxas is relieved to find there isn't any Dusks or Heartless lurking around, however he isn't too careful. He seems to jump at ever stick stepped on, and ever woodland creature darting to and fro. He wandering in and out of the picnic areas, finally coming to a stop at the statue in the center of the park. He circles it twice, and stares at it in deep thought.]
♵ Make-Out Point
[At the end of the day Roxas wanders up to the highest place he can find and sits down. He was still confused, but he was close to dead tired. Normally he would have RTC'd by now but... that was impossible for several reasons. With no ice-cream, he just settles for watching the sunset, getting lost in thought for the umpteeth time today.]
[Roxas wakes up with a start, looking around his bedroom for unseen enemies. He had just been in a fighting the imposter that had corrupted Xion's way of thinking... That's right, the other had just released the darkness and...
But this didn't make sense. He had lost consciousness on the battlefield, he shouldn't be waking up in a strange room, on a strange bed, with strange cloths on. Where was his cloak? After several failed attempts at summoning the keyblade, Roxas edged out of the room. Putting his skills from the organization to work, he starts investigating the area while slinking around in the shadows and inlets of the house. He stares long and hard the the home's "family portraits" , confused to find himself in them. Smiling.
That was unnerving. Finding no other clues in the house, he slips out the front door.]
Open action for around town
♳ Streets of Mayfield
[He's roaming around the the streets, slinking around corners, and trying to remain inconspicuous. He's giving weird looks to almost everything he passes, noting that he was definitely not in Twilight Town anymore. He wanders in and out of yards, going where ever he pleases, examining things through your windows. Investigating your cars, and lawn ornaments. ]
♴ John Doe Park
[Roxas is relieved to find there isn't any Dusks or Heartless lurking around, however he isn't too careful. He seems to jump at ever stick stepped on, and ever woodland creature darting to and fro. He wandering in and out of the picnic areas, finally coming to a stop at the statue in the center of the park. He circles it twice, and stares at it in deep thought.]
♵ Make-Out Point
[At the end of the day Roxas wanders up to the highest place he can find and sits down. He was still confused, but he was close to dead tired. Normally he would have RTC'd by now but... that was impossible for several reasons. With no ice-cream, he just settles for watching the sunset, getting lost in thought for the umpteeth time today.]
