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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.
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Now that the scarf was no longer obscuring his view, he was able to see two people walking ahead. One of them looked oddly familiar. The Prince couldn't place it. Oh, wait! It was a most royal color that the person wore. Royalty could always tell other royalty. This must have been where the familiarity came from. The Prince smiled for the first time since leaving the train, happy that something finally made sense.
Something drew him out of his thoughts. Now the man was talking, and The Prince heard one word which made his mouth water. Snack. The Prince had never been one to listen to common sense (it was doubtful he had any) and he was too tired and hungry to care about talking to strangers, so as soon as the man mentioned food The Prince was running up to him.
He stopped at the man's side and lightly pulled on his sleeve, "You're getting food? Let The Prince come too!" He looked up at the man with his best 'I'm so cute' face and said the magic word, "Please?" So great was his concentration on the man that The Prince still hadn't recognized the woman walking beside them.