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entrancelogs2017-10-21 10:46 pm
keephersafe) wrote in entrancelogs2017-10-21 10:46 pm
I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.
Who: R & you
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
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You think so? A lot of people do.
[He does sometimes, even if he says he's fine with being there. There are a lot of unsettling and sometimes dangerous things about Wonderland, and those are definitely worth worrying over.]
But not worrying...that might save you a lot of stress.
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A lot of people hate it here. He doesn't like it here either, but at times - especially times like this one - he much prefers to not think about it.]
Yeah. [He says quietly, picking at a loose thread on his cuff.] It's... not always e-easy.
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I'm Naoki. What about you?
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[He's grown used to introducing himself like that. It feels like a connection to Julie - a name she gave him when he was trying to tell her what he was called. It's the only part of his name he's ever been able to remember, but now it works just as well.]
N-nice to meet you.
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[He smiles, pleased to have met R this way.]
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[He's never really meant enough to someone to have them talk about him to other people. Briefly, he wonders if Julie would have mentioned him to anyone, when she got home. She never talked about her friends.]
W... what did sh-she tell you?