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kingdomdressing2010-10-07 08:45 pm
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lost again, little boy?
[Here's a young man that might look familiar to some, wandering the halls with a pensive expression on his face. As he makes his way along ever so slowly he casts a wary glance to his left, and then to his right, repeating this process every so often.
Passing by an open door he peers into a room, starts, and glaps a gloved hand over his face (that's turning scarlet with record timing), hurrying away. He's not sure what those people were just doing and he...doesn't think he wants to know.
So it's back to shuffling along quietly. He rubs a hand over a scarlet brand on the back of his neck that just peeks out over his clothing, huffing out a quiet sigh]
What sort of place is this..?
[ooc: Say hello to your own little bit of ancient history. Keir here's from the days of conflict leading to the Keyblade War. Bit of background's in his userinfo and fellow precanoners are always awesome, just sayin'.
P.S. feel free to be that naughty couple accidentally peeped on]
Passing by an open door he peers into a room, starts, and glaps a gloved hand over his face (that's turning scarlet with record timing), hurrying away. He's not sure what those people were just doing and he...doesn't think he wants to know.
So it's back to shuffling along quietly. He rubs a hand over a scarlet brand on the back of his neck that just peeks out over his clothing, huffing out a quiet sigh]
What sort of place is this..?
[ooc: Say hello to your own little bit of ancient history. Keir here's from the days of conflict leading to the Keyblade War. Bit of background's in his userinfo and fellow precanoners are always awesome, just sayin'.
P.S. feel free to be that naughty couple accidentally peeped on]
Go right ahead!
Um..my name's Hope, I guess you're new?
[Either that or you're that other boy that he got mistaken for on his arrival.]
Starting with: this post is no longer Hope-less! /shot
[But here, Hope, have a near mirrow-image bow quite formally just for you. And when he straightens up he tries to stand as tall and proper as a boy of such stature might]
My name is Keir. Good to make your [baffling] acquaintance.
sdklfhsdf /dead
Nice to meet you too.
[Now he's trying to think of what to do first.]
I suppose I can show you around, then get you a room...oh do not be surprised if some girl comes up to you mistaking you for her brother. She did that to me when I got here.
[He is so mentally snickering at the memory of that. Oh Kira you amused him so much.]
No we've gotta keep the Hope alive! /revives
[As though just remembering something, Keir pauses and checks his pockets, tugging an envelope out to examine. Though wrinkled, it appears more or less intact]
I still need to deliver this.
sdkjfhkjsdf /is laughing her ass off
[He holds a hand up, his brand peeking out from under her wristband.]
But, from what I've overheard since then, time doesn't change while you're here, so....you could be here for like a year or whatever and if you get sent back it's like nothing ever happened.
I sure Hope you don't lose it anyplace-
[That's a curious mark, and a notable difference in Keir's mind; he has no such thing on his wrist. Instead, there's that red mark on the back of his neck]
/facepalm
[And here they are at the kitchen.]
you see what the Hope I usually hassle deals with every time the word hope is mentioned...
This place is rather lage for a single facility.