Yuki Eiri's brilliant gold eyes narrowed behind opaque shades as he gazed up at the large gates. For all intents and purposes, it looked more like one of those pretentious carnivals than anything, considering the short queue outside and the booths that were just outside said gates.
However, that was not quite as important as the question that was burning in his mind at the moment. Just where the fuck was he?
He had been getting away from a couple of his obsessed female stalkers, and suddenly, poof! Here he was staring like an idiot at a large gate.
Most unbecoming, really.
His mouth was pursed in a thin line as he gazed around. Nothing. No other sign of civilisation save for this strange sort of...place.
What the hell...? The young writer was not predisposed to being in a daze, but this was an exception. The streets of Japan had disappeared, and either he was dreaming, or...well....
He didn't want to think about the alternative.
His bland expression darkening slightly, the young man ran a hand through golden blonde hair, suddenly aware of eyes on him. Of course, said eyes belonged to the women who were standing in line, and he graced them with a brief nod of acknowledgement despite his disorientation.
Deciding to join the queue to find out just where he was and how the hell he was going to get out of here, Yuki waited patiently, sharp eyes taking in every detail of the place.
The domed...place was like nothing he had ever seen before, and the large, empty lands were just unnerving, to say the least.
"Hello sir!" the young blonde chirped amiably when it came to his turn. "Welcome to Paixao!"
What? "What?" Oh, very eloquent, Eiri.
"Paixao," she repeated happily - a little too happily for his comfort. He had never heard of this place in his life, and a strange sense of foreboding crept into the edges of his consciousness. Paixao?
"Is this a theme park of some kind?" He asked sharply.
"Goodness, of course not!" The blonde seemed genuinely surprised at his sudden question. "It's a city!"
City?
This was bad. Very bad.
At Yuki's silence, she continued. "Your name please, sir?"
"Why?"
"We need to record your name. You know, for security purposes."
A short silence, then. "Yuki Eiri."
Looking almost pleased at his response, she nodded charmingly and handed him a brochure and what looked like some kind of tiny laptop.
Some kind of expensive doorgifts they had.
"Here's a brochure, and an electronic journal for your convenience," She said jovially as she waved him in.
Entering the gates, Yuki simply stood there, stunned speechless for the moment. If this was some kind of theme park - or a gimmick - it definitely did not look like one.
What it did look like was some kind of bizarre mix of Victorian era and strange fantasy imageries. Perhaps it was some kind of costume party?
Blinking, he removed his shades slowly, taking in the various sights and sounds. It looked to be entirely real, and the hard pinch on his arm was proof of that.
His gaze, however, was caught on a man not too far away from him, who looked entirely too happy to be here. Strange thing was, how did he manage to see anything when his eyes seemed to be closed?
This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
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However, that was not quite as important as the question that was burning in his mind at the moment. Just where the fuck was he?
He had been getting away from a couple of his obsessed female stalkers, and suddenly, poof! Here he was staring like an idiot at a large gate.
Most unbecoming, really.
His mouth was pursed in a thin line as he gazed around. Nothing. No other sign of civilisation save for this strange sort of...place.
What the hell...? The young writer was not predisposed to being in a daze, but this was an exception. The streets of Japan had disappeared, and either he was dreaming, or...well....
He didn't want to think about the alternative.
His bland expression darkening slightly, the young man ran a hand through golden blonde hair, suddenly aware of eyes on him. Of course, said eyes belonged to the women who were standing in line, and he graced them with a brief nod of acknowledgement despite his disorientation.
Deciding to join the queue to find out just where he was and how the hell he was going to get out of here, Yuki waited patiently, sharp eyes taking in every detail of the place.
The domed...place was like nothing he had ever seen before, and the large, empty lands were just unnerving, to say the least.
"Hello sir!" the young blonde chirped amiably when it came to his turn. "Welcome to Paixao!"
What? "What?" Oh, very eloquent, Eiri.
"Paixao," she repeated happily - a little too happily for his comfort. He had never heard of this place in his life, and a strange sense of foreboding crept into the edges of his consciousness. Paixao?
"Is this a theme park of some kind?" He asked sharply.
"Goodness, of course not!" The blonde seemed genuinely surprised at his sudden question. "It's a city!"
City?
This was bad. Very bad.
At Yuki's silence, she continued. "Your name please, sir?"
"Why?"
"We need to record your name. You know, for security purposes."
A short silence, then. "Yuki Eiri."
Looking almost pleased at his response, she nodded charmingly and handed him a brochure and what looked like some kind of tiny laptop.
Some kind of expensive doorgifts they had.
"Here's a brochure, and an electronic journal for your convenience," She said jovially as she waved him in.
Entering the gates, Yuki simply stood there, stunned speechless for the moment. If this was some kind of theme park - or a gimmick - it definitely did not look like one.
What it did look like was some kind of bizarre mix of Victorian era and strange fantasy imageries. Perhaps it was some kind of costume party?
Blinking, he removed his shades slowly, taking in the various sights and sounds. It looked to be entirely real, and the hard pinch on his arm was proof of that.
His gaze, however, was caught on a man not too far away from him, who looked entirely too happy to be here. Strange thing was, how did he manage to see anything when his eyes seemed to be closed?
This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.