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paixaorpg2006-06-10 11:28 am
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The tracks. [Completed]
Character(s): Haine Rammsteiner, Lady
Content: After Haine's encounter with Axel and a night of wandering, Haine ends up in the very heart of Paixao.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Early Monday morning, week two
Warnings: None.
The familiar sounds of the train were comforting, to say the least. Haine watched the scenery fly past with glazed eyes. The empty seats, the grinding metal-on-metal, the chattering people surrounding him, were a reminder of past memories—of Giovanni. He didn't dwell on them. After all, he wasn't here. Maybe...she was. He knew this wasn't likely to be true, deep down. But he was still looking. Time wasn't a factor anymore. Why should his location change anything?
There was something about this place, Paixao. Something not quite right. He wasn't sure if he should do anything about it, or care, for that matter. The possibility of experimentation disgusted him. There was something. Something so fake. The trees, the grass. It was all synthetic. But why? The word "project" echoed in his mind. It could be trivial. But there was possibility.
There was something about the natives, too. White hair, red eyes, some of them. Like Haine.
Haine's thoughts were put to a stop when a voice called out, signaling the train's stop at the very heart of Paixao. The train roared and slowed then ceased movement. Reality came crashing back as the doors of the train opened and a cool, fresh air rushed through. Haine stood up, slowly straightening his spine. He frowned inwardly and stepped off the train, his footsteps leaving echoes in the vast, spacious ceiling of the station. He stood still for a moment, absorbing the atmosphere.
Then he walked, with no particular destination in mind, and soon became submerged in the crowd of people.
Content: After Haine's encounter with Axel and a night of wandering, Haine ends up in the very heart of Paixao.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Early Monday morning, week two
Warnings: None.
The familiar sounds of the train were comforting, to say the least. Haine watched the scenery fly past with glazed eyes. The empty seats, the grinding metal-on-metal, the chattering people surrounding him, were a reminder of past memories—of Giovanni. He didn't dwell on them. After all, he wasn't here. Maybe...she was. He knew this wasn't likely to be true, deep down. But he was still looking. Time wasn't a factor anymore. Why should his location change anything?
There was something about this place, Paixao. Something not quite right. He wasn't sure if he should do anything about it, or care, for that matter. The possibility of experimentation disgusted him. There was something. Something so fake. The trees, the grass. It was all synthetic. But why? The word "project" echoed in his mind. It could be trivial. But there was possibility.
There was something about the natives, too. White hair, red eyes, some of them. Like Haine.
Haine's thoughts were put to a stop when a voice called out, signaling the train's stop at the very heart of Paixao. The train roared and slowed then ceased movement. Reality came crashing back as the doors of the train opened and a cool, fresh air rushed through. Haine stood up, slowly straightening his spine. He frowned inwardly and stepped off the train, his footsteps leaving echoes in the vast, spacious ceiling of the station. He stood still for a moment, absorbing the atmosphere.
Then he walked, with no particular destination in mind, and soon became submerged in the crowd of people.