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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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Suddenly an idea came to him. "The train must have eaten Mr. Auron!" he exclaimed, waving his arms madly, "But why didn't it eat The Prince or the other people?"
Despite the fact that the train hadn't eaten him, The Prince had become convinced that the train had eaten Auron. So when the man mentioned hunting The Prince knew just how to get Auron back. "Mr. Auron doesn't need to be hunted! He's not an animal. But the train ate him and so the train is the that needs to be hunted." He nodded for emphasis, sure that he had gotten his point across. He was about to say more, but was cut short as another thought came to the surface of his mind. "Your hair looks like old people's hair," he said, looking directly at Dante.