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paixaorpg2011-10-21 12:06 am
prismsmemory) wrote in paixaorpg2011-10-21 12:06 am
Feeling out of place (Active / closed)
Character(s): Naminé and Xemnas (and Bullseye in Naminé's pocket)
Content: Someone's getting a talking-to
Setting: Streets and then ??
Time: evening? week 36 sometime
Warnings: .... Xemnas is a warning unto himself
Naminé hadn't decided to stay out so long. Really, she'd gotten used to being back at a certain time, but today, she'd gotten carried away with drawing, so she'd lost track of time and hadn't started home when she should have. So, she hurried through the streets, a smile on her face. Lately, she'd felt pretty happy. She'd made friends recently, friends she could really... call friends. That made her feel good.
Someone was tucked into her pocket that day, had been keeping her company while she drew. Naminé figured Bullseye was asleep or else just didn't want to be noticed, so she didn't disturb him. He was tucked deep in a pocket of her new long white dress, along with her pencil case. Her sketchbook was clutched in her hands as she hurried.
The idea that someone might be watching her hadn't crossed her mind in a very long time.
Content: Someone's getting a talking-to
Setting: Streets and then ??
Time: evening? week 36 sometime
Warnings: .... Xemnas is a warning unto himself
Naminé hadn't decided to stay out so long. Really, she'd gotten used to being back at a certain time, but today, she'd gotten carried away with drawing, so she'd lost track of time and hadn't started home when she should have. So, she hurried through the streets, a smile on her face. Lately, she'd felt pretty happy. She'd made friends recently, friends she could really... call friends. That made her feel good.
Someone was tucked into her pocket that day, had been keeping her company while she drew. Naminé figured Bullseye was asleep or else just didn't want to be noticed, so she didn't disturb him. He was tucked deep in a pocket of her new long white dress, along with her pencil case. Her sketchbook was clutched in her hands as she hurried.
The idea that someone might be watching her hadn't crossed her mind in a very long time.