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If the days here are the same as back home, then...
Happy birthday to me, huh?
17 doesn't feel that much different than 16, I guess.
[Action]
[Rin hasn't gone out of his room much today.Totally not brooding, of course. He's left the door open a crack so not-Haru's bunny can hop in and out. Said bunny nuzzles against his hand and he scritches his ears absently.]
Not like I'm not used to being alone on my birthday...
Happy birthday to me, huh?
17 doesn't feel that much different than 16, I guess.
[Action]
[Rin hasn't gone out of his room much today.
Not like I'm not used to being alone on my birthday...
002: Fourth-Wall for the newbie!
Jan. 25th, 2014 08:36 am[If possible, Rin is even more confused than when he arrived a week or so ago. He was told everyone had wings here! And why did the population suddenly explode? Why are there suddenly duplicates of people?]
[Rin might be found wandering in a daze around the playground or maybe the convenience store, or he might go for a jog as he tries to clear his head... if he can find a path around all the newcomers!]
[Rin might be found wandering in a daze around the playground or maybe the convenience store, or he might go for a jog as he tries to clear his head... if he can find a path around all the newcomers!]
001: Arrival [Action/Voice]
Jan. 19th, 2014 10:41 pm[Cold. Pain. Rin stirs, brow furrowing, fingers curling into the dried leaves by his face. He frowns, blinking his eyes open, focusing slowly on the surrounding trees. This is not where he expected to be.]
What the...?
[Pushing himself up, he shivers, then winces at an unfamiliar sensation on his back. Craning his head, he starts in surprise at seeing the pair of wings on his back. Is this some sort of weird dream?
...no, it's way too cold to be a dream.
Shivering again, he looks around, finding the small journal near where he had been lying. Picking it up, he thumbs through it, frowning at the entries he sees, confused. Finally, he thumbs the key to record a voice entry.]
[Voice]
Hey, so, I don't know where I am, but it's really freaking cold out here and I don't have a shirt or jacket or shoes or anything.
Also how the hell did I get wings?
[A rustle as he drops the journal to his side.]
If this is a dream I'd really like to wake up now. [Quiet, muttered, as though he may not be sure the journal is still recording.]
What the...?
[Pushing himself up, he shivers, then winces at an unfamiliar sensation on his back. Craning his head, he starts in surprise at seeing the pair of wings on his back. Is this some sort of weird dream?
...no, it's way too cold to be a dream.
Shivering again, he looks around, finding the small journal near where he had been lying. Picking it up, he thumbs through it, frowning at the entries he sees, confused. Finally, he thumbs the key to record a voice entry.]
[Voice]
Hey, so, I don't know where I am, but it's really freaking cold out here and I don't have a shirt or jacket or shoes or anything.
Also how the hell did I get wings?
[A rustle as he drops the journal to his side.]
If this is a dream I'd really like to wake up now. [Quiet, muttered, as though he may not be sure the journal is still recording.]
