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paixaorpg2006-07-01 04:47 pm
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Family Reunion? No, not quite. [Complete]
Character(s): The Prince, Jenet, Dante
Content: Jenet and The Prince reunite. What happens next? No idea.
Setting: Near Joutenheim Actua Are - N9
Time: Sunday Afternoon
Warnings: The Prince is capable of angst?
The Prince was glad his cousin, Ichigo, wasn't there or else he would probably have eaten her. Still, a friend would have been nice. The Prince felt so alone. Starving and alone. His stomach rumbled for the--who knew how many times it was now? The Prince had stopped counting. Even the fun of counting things had lost its appeal. Instead he wandered aimlessly through the streets of... that Pie place. What was it called again? Pie, pie, pie-something. Pie. The Prince could use a pie. Or any type of food for that matter. Again he wondered why the name of the city would include something it so lacked. What a horrible city. A horrible, no-pies city. No-pie.
He continued down the streets of No-pie, before coming to a stop and sitting down. He sat with his legs curled up so he could rest his head on top of his knees. He stared at the ground for a long moment before covering his face with his arms. After hours of walking and little sleep, The Prince was starting to feel the effects. It was too bright out. He wished his father was there to turn off the sun or was just there to be with him. He wished he could do home.
Content: Jenet and The Prince reunite. What happens next? No idea.
Setting: Near Joutenheim Actua Are - N9
Time: Sunday Afternoon
Warnings: The Prince is capable of angst?
The Prince was glad his cousin, Ichigo, wasn't there or else he would probably have eaten her. Still, a friend would have been nice. The Prince felt so alone. Starving and alone. His stomach rumbled for the--who knew how many times it was now? The Prince had stopped counting. Even the fun of counting things had lost its appeal. Instead he wandered aimlessly through the streets of... that Pie place. What was it called again? Pie, pie, pie-something. Pie. The Prince could use a pie. Or any type of food for that matter. Again he wondered why the name of the city would include something it so lacked. What a horrible city. A horrible, no-pies city. No-pie.
He continued down the streets of No-pie, before coming to a stop and sitting down. He sat with his legs curled up so he could rest his head on top of his knees. He stared at the ground for a long moment before covering his face with his arms. After hours of walking and little sleep, The Prince was starting to feel the effects. It was too bright out. He wished his father was there to turn off the sun or was just there to be with him. He wished he could do home.