paixaorpg | Midnight Stroll [Completed]

Character(s): Zidane, anyone else who happens to walk by
Content: Zidane can't quite sleep so he decides to wander the area and gets to thinking again too much.
Setting: F3-F4 Vanaheim Area
Time: Late night Sunday
Warnings: Light swearing

He figured she'd be fine for the night. But he could only humor the journal for so long before he realized he was sleep-deprived and just couldn't get it. That, and the small room of the Actua Are was starting to make him uncomfortable.

With that lone thought, Zidane took his temporary leave through the open window, glad that it allowed for an easy escape at least until he was stumbling out of it and to his knees. The escape hadn't been that easy, after all. He sighed and righted himself, brushing off and looking back up at the window and whispering to the night air, "Sleep of your brother, Delirium. I'll be back soon." - with the assumption that he didn't wander off enough to get lost.

He stepped away from the hotel, paying attention to everything surrounding him. He had yet to actually do much of it. The domes intrigued him the most, but left behind an odd feeling of discomfort - like he was being held here. "Just a few days. Short vacation, then be able to get right out and back to Dagger..." That was how he was seeing it, anyway.

Despite the time of the night, there still seemed to be a good number of people shuffling back and forth to places they must've known better than him. Yet still, there didn't seem to be anything "normal" about everyone. At least he didn't stand out completely.

Too bad most of the people he tried to speak to brushed him off. "Dammit. Does everyone here have to be rude?" ... No. From what he saw from browsing the message board, some others seemed to show some respect. Maybe it was just the natives here that were... different, attitude wise. But everything else he had seen worried him, too. Like how a good number of the population just seemed to "show up" and not on purpose.

Peaceful was a good thing though. At least it was good for him to step away from Alexandria for a time. He wouldn't be mixed into royal affairs, or the rare argument between him and the gang of Tantalus. It wasn't his fault he couldn't stop in and visit - why couldn't they come and visit him?

Someone bumped into his thoughtful form, smiled and apologized, then walked off before he could ask them to explain Paixao. He should've tried to swipe some money off of them; that would've gotten some words out of them!

"Dammit, why can't I like this place?" he sunk down on a bench, watching the people go by. "I should." It would've been a great place for the Theatre Ship to stop by and deliver a great performance. Draw a good crowd. Make some good money.

He could really use the money...

and his hand flicked out and started to graze a passerby’s pocket, but quickly snapped back with a smile lolling across his face.

~~Why did he keep thinking this much...?~~ It was a bad idea. Wouldn't end well. He'd need a better method to get money. "This is going to plainly suck."

Dammit.