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Post by Naminé on Jan 23, 2011 22:59:06 GMT -5
It was so odd to be free.
She didn't know what had happened. Upon finding herself in a new, whole diferent place, Naminé had believed at first that someone from the Organization had dropped her there, but something told her that hadn't been it.
The truth was, she wasn't very sure if she remembered how she had gotten here. But it was...great, to find herself far away from the clutches of the Organization. Everyone there had always looked at her like she was an experiment that had gone awry, a mess they weren't going to clean up. Well, everyone except for Roxas, but of course, he didn't seem to be around. And Naminé shouldn't be around either -hadn't she rejoined with Kairi? How odd.
But this was diferent, and new.
Naminé wasn't sure of where to go, or what to do. She still wasn't used to the fact that the Organization didn't have her locked away from the rest of the world. There were many things to do here, and she didn't know what seemed more interesting.
For now, the blonde nobody sat down, sketching. A fewclouds here and there, blue shades, and the sun...endless sunlight.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 25, 2011 16:36:21 GMT -5
Tifa was new to the area. That much was not that hard to tell. She was sure if she really blended in or not. Not that she cared; after all, all she wanted was to go home. Though that was a long shot at this current moment. Right now, she was more concerned on whether her friends were alright. Especially the kids. She endlessly worried about them, hoping they were with Barret or maybe Cloud. Although that seemed a bit too idealistic. Sighing, she decided to take a walk around the city.
By now she came to know that this place was called Deling but that was as much as she knew so far. And looking for the kids here had been unsuccessful. But...hopefully they wouldn’t be far. Cloud too...hopefully he was fine. And safe. Same went with everyone. At the moment, Tifa was trying to get her head round things, hence why she needed up at the station, willing for some time for some clear thinking.
So far...it seemed to be working. She was optimistic that everything would be fine...in the end. Home...it seemed so far off. But not impossible. After all, she had been through worse. The weather outside seemed to be thinking the same, as it was nice, yet a little cold. Shuddering, she kept on walking. Taking up a seat on a nearby bench, something caught her eye. It was a girl, no more than fifteen years old, drawing. She seemed...content if a bit distant, as if something was worrying her. And her drawings... ”That’s nice...the sun...so bright” she smiled at the picture, hoping she wasn’t imposing. She was just being polite, as per usual. ”I’m not really an artist myself, but it’s really pretty” she nodded. ”You okay?” she asked, noticing her concern, Maybe it was instinct..or she was just imagining it.
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