The door... is open. [Completed]

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Character(s): Riku, anyone wanting to _pester visit him.
Content: Riku's entry into the world of Paixao, with a bit of paranoia.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate, eventually Actua Are
Time: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: Riku being irritated and a bit of profanity.

One should not enter strange, open doors. Riku should've known this by now. He had entered the one on his island, he had entered the door to Kingdom Hearts... and now, in the back of his head, he knew he had entered yet another. And now, he was going to be entering another. He had decided to pick the tamer of the two gates he had investigated, after partially exhausting himself by 'teleporting' to one and then the other. Vanaheim, as he learned later, was the calmer of the four he figured... even with how fake it looked. Riku wondered if he had gone insane.

But after you wake up, face-first in the dirt a few hundred yards away on a path to a strange dome... you tend to question your sanity, even with everything you'd seen. He picked himself up, dusted himself off, and stared ahead at the doors. Lifting his hand up, he rubbed at his temple and sighed. He knew he shouldn't bother really looking for his Majesty... the mouse wouldn't be alongside him, even if he did take the time to look around. He had seen the world darken when he'd blacked out walking, and couldn't hear any concern from the short companion... so he wasn't going to find him anytime soon.

"This is ridiculous," he murmured to himself, before walking along towards the doors after he'd returned from teleporting to another nearby... he didn't bother, that line looked longer anyways. Scuffing the bottom of a shoe across the somewhat moist dirt, he sighed and stood there in line. He didn't know why he was getting into the line, but just supposed that he wanted to sit down in a place where he knew there'd be people around, where he could hide out rather than know he was out where creatures may hide... Heartless? Maybe there were Heartless nearby? He checked around him, only to get shoved a few times by people nearby. Okay, don't bother looking for them, Riku. It's stupid. He knew if there were any nearby him that posed a threat he would likely sense them, but it was better to check anyways.

After shuffling in line, and Riku giving off a few "fuck you's" to people who he got into a few scuffles with... he realized that he was in no real mood to be doing this. Once he was at the name taking, he seemed immensely irritated. "Goddamnit, would you just let me go in?" the woman sniffed haughtily at him, turning her pudgy nose up a little and leering at him with blue eyes. "A name for entry and a journal," she sniffed again at him, and Riku grit his teeth together. She seemed a bit stubborn on getting his name, for a reason that was lost by the silvery haired teen, and they continued their brief and low-toned argument. Until about five minutes later, when he decided to give up...

He gave her his name, growled as he got a black journal--with a snatchy yank on his half since he was irritable with the people as it was--and he stomped into the world of 'Paixao' with quite a few grumbling cusses thrown at the people that he crossed. Once he found a good spot to brood at, he moved to sit down against the wall. Though, he kept getting the feeling he was being watched by something... everytime he looked, however, it was gone. Suspicion obvious, he left this area and went to test some fake grass with a foot, and there he stood now, wondering if it'd be comfortable or not to sit on... doubtful, he figured. While he did this, he opened up the journal with a light 'ping,' eyeing it like it was an irritation more than anything.

"Damnit," he murmured, though finished up writing in it and then went back to poking at the fake grass with jewels in it. It didn't lookt at all comfortable. He wasn't too comfortable either in that coat, shifting around in it notably as the heat index seemed to rise. Slipping the journal into one of the pockets, he lifted a hand and zipped down the collar of the coat, wondering about people could be nearby... other than all the blonde bastards that were roaming around. He suddenly didn't miss the island, if only for the multitude of Tidus clones. At least he had a somewhat quiet moment to himself to think things through. He and the King had been walking the path from the door to Kingdom Hearts... the King had called it the crossroads... He pulled the journal out of his pocket, and continued to think while he poked at things with the pen, oblivious for the most part.

After learning that his friends were in the deranged and fake world of Paixao through someone who knew them over his journal--suddenly greatful that people could contact him through entries--Riku sought out a place to stay. He wasn't about to fall asleep in a tree, or in any of the fake grass or other plants... He had enough of sleeping outside as it was with the King. He pocketed the black device once more, and rummaged through his other pockets remaining in his jacket and pants. He found his munny, what there was left of it, and stood there counting it to himself. The King had given him his to hold onto, but he wasn't about to spend that. Map, you foolish boy. I am not sleeping out here, suddenly went through his mind, and he scowled.

Once again, he pulled the journal out and reopened it, browsing around for only a few seconds before he got the map up. He roamed for a little, easily avoiding people since it'd grown darker and he saw less and less population. He debated his closest choices for living arrangements, poking and prodding at them on his screen with the pen for a moment before he decided on the Actua Are hotel... well, the nearest one. From what he saw, there were three... It was close, and once he got to it now on after making the decision, he saw it seemed well-kept and clean. Straightening himself up a bit, he decided to unzip his coat all the way and pull it off, folding it up on an arm and walking in. Perhaps he could haggle if he acted presentable and polite. Riku could always at least pretend to be nice... even if he wasn't in the mood for it.

After polite "ma'ams" and "thank you's" and the like, Riku paid for his room and got a bit of the munny back, though not much. Feeling proud of himself for accomplishing his first haggle in god knows how long, no matter how small it was and how goody-good he felt afterwards, he made his way up to his room. Next thing he needed to do was find a job, but that could wait since he still had a little over half his munny remaining. He could handle that, at least. Pulling his journal out of his pocket, he then folded the coat over top the chair nearby and went to the bed. Pulling his shoes off with his toes he found his way to sit on his bed, and began to attempt looking things up on the odd notebook before he would fall asleep... if he could, even.

It was going to be a long next few weeks...