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Entry tags:
[Backdated Action, Closed]
Who: 47 and Orihime
What: Tiny 47 encounters an old friend he doesn't know yet
Where: Genessia
When: Monday, April 2
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possible mentions of abuse
In the cold pouring rain, a bald pre-teen boy is nearly doubled over the edge of a trash can outside Cake Town, rummaging through it. Though perhaps the trash is the last place he should be right now, judging by the bruises and open scrapes littering his torso and arms, given to him by a group of criminals that thought they'd found an easy kidnapping target. The fact that he's alone and free right now and not tied up somewhere, though, shows who won that fight.
When he gives up on whatever he's searching for and tries to pull back from the trash can, he loses his balance and ends up pulling the whole thing on top of him with a tremendous metallic CLANG, its contents spilling all over and around him. The boy roughly shoves the can off of him, then glances back at the door with worry visible on his thin face; did someone hear that?
What: Tiny 47 encounters an old friend he doesn't know yet
Where: Genessia
When: Monday, April 2
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possible mentions of abuse
In the cold pouring rain, a bald pre-teen boy is nearly doubled over the edge of a trash can outside Cake Town, rummaging through it. Though perhaps the trash is the last place he should be right now, judging by the bruises and open scrapes littering his torso and arms, given to him by a group of criminals that thought they'd found an easy kidnapping target. The fact that he's alone and free right now and not tied up somewhere, though, shows who won that fight.
When he gives up on whatever he's searching for and tries to pull back from the trash can, he loses his balance and ends up pulling the whole thing on top of him with a tremendous metallic CLANG, its contents spilling all over and around him. The boy roughly shoves the can off of him, then glances back at the door with worry visible on his thin face; did someone hear that?