Kiyotaka Ishimaru [石丸清多夏] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2012-10-05 07:18 pm
forgetbeam) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-05 07:18 pm
Must be dreaming, or...
Characters: Ishimaru and YOOOOU
Setting: A couple of places.
Format: Interpretive Dance. I mean, whichever one you want.
Summary: Another dazed and confused new arrival...
Warnings: Slight concussions and probably gross sobbing at least once.
The first thing he was aware of was a pounding headache.
The second was that he couldn't move... or had he just forgotten how? Whatever the problem was, it didn't last very long, and the young man finally brought a hand to his face with a quiet groan. He could hear the sound of paper crinkling as it pressed against his forehead, but it took him a few moments to realize he was holding it.
A note...? It was important somehow, he just knew it! If only the words would stop blurring as he tried to read them... There. Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.
That... wasn't the note he was expecting, was it? No, there was something else more important. Something he'd forgotten. Of course, the note he did have was much more alarming. The world had been destroyed? When? How? What did that even mean? If he was here, there was no way the world was destroyed. That's all there was to it.
(His head was killing him...)
It wasn't until after he got out of bed that he realized that he had no idea where 'here' was. This room was nothing like his dorm at Hope's Peak Academy. Had he passed out and been brought somewhere else? He couldn't recall. All he knew was that he had to find a computer. One very specific laptop. It was... special somehow? A clue? He'd remember when he found it.
For now he stumbled around the dorm, dizzy but determined to get his bearings on his new surroundings.
---
The wisest thing would be to rest and relax until the headache was gone. Unfortunately, concussion or no, Ishimaru was kind of stubborn when he put his mind to something. He had located the trunk at the foot of his bed and dressed himself in one of the uniforms he found inside, feeling much more comfortable now that there was at least some familiarity around him.
He clutched both notes tightly in his hand as he roamed the halls, hoping that somehow... someone would reveal that this was all a prank. Or that he was dreaming. Or, at the very least, that he could find the special thing he was looking for and remember why it felt so urgent in the first place.
---
At some point, Ishimaru realized how hungry he was. Like he hadn't eaten in days. He'd been able to locate the cafeteria, and as bland and unappealing as the porridge he'd been given was, he was more than happy to fill his belly with anything. At least the hunger meant he was still alive and that this was all real, right?
The headache should have been enough proof in the first place. It almost made him too nauseous to eat, except his hunger won out in the end.
Setting: A couple of places.
Format: Interpretive Dance. I mean, whichever one you want.
Summary: Another dazed and confused new arrival...
Warnings: Slight concussions and probably gross sobbing at least once.
The first thing he was aware of was a pounding headache.
The second was that he couldn't move... or had he just forgotten how? Whatever the problem was, it didn't last very long, and the young man finally brought a hand to his face with a quiet groan. He could hear the sound of paper crinkling as it pressed against his forehead, but it took him a few moments to realize he was holding it.
A note...? It was important somehow, he just knew it! If only the words would stop blurring as he tried to read them... There. Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.
That... wasn't the note he was expecting, was it? No, there was something else more important. Something he'd forgotten. Of course, the note he did have was much more alarming. The world had been destroyed? When? How? What did that even mean? If he was here, there was no way the world was destroyed. That's all there was to it.
(His head was killing him...)
It wasn't until after he got out of bed that he realized that he had no idea where 'here' was. This room was nothing like his dorm at Hope's Peak Academy. Had he passed out and been brought somewhere else? He couldn't recall. All he knew was that he had to find a computer. One very specific laptop. It was... special somehow? A clue? He'd remember when he found it.
For now he stumbled around the dorm, dizzy but determined to get his bearings on his new surroundings.
---
The wisest thing would be to rest and relax until the headache was gone. Unfortunately, concussion or no, Ishimaru was kind of stubborn when he put his mind to something. He had located the trunk at the foot of his bed and dressed himself in one of the uniforms he found inside, feeling much more comfortable now that there was at least some familiarity around him.
He clutched both notes tightly in his hand as he roamed the halls, hoping that somehow... someone would reveal that this was all a prank. Or that he was dreaming. Or, at the very least, that he could find the special thing he was looking for and remember why it felt so urgent in the first place.
---
At some point, Ishimaru realized how hungry he was. Like he hadn't eaten in days. He'd been able to locate the cafeteria, and as bland and unappealing as the porridge he'd been given was, he was more than happy to fill his belly with anything. At least the hunger meant he was still alive and that this was all real, right?
The headache should have been enough proof in the first place. It almost made him too nauseous to eat, except his hunger won out in the end.
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