Garry (
blue_macarons) wrote in
genessia2015-12-06 10:42 am
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[Action]
[[Garry's ratty coat is doing nothing for him in this frigid weather. His teeth chatter together as he tries to balance the many items in his arms and shove them into his pockets. A pamphlet, this communicator phone thing, some money (what is this, some sort of theme park or convention?!), his lighter, the necklace, his rose ...
His eyes fall to Ib's handkerchief, still wrapped gently around his injured hand.
From one far away place to another. At least it seems like this world is a lot less likely to get him killed. He wonders if his rose means just as much here as it did there. And just as well, he hopes that Ib, at least, made it back safe---to her parents, to safety, to home. If she isn't with him right now, many he can count on the fact that she's okay! Brave, resilient Ib doesn't deserve to be away from them any longer.
Still, he feels a bit forlorn that he can't keep his promise to see her again, and give her back her handkerchief, or go get macarons. At least, not any time soon.
He's stuck. And not for the first time.
With another furious shiver, he trudges across the Bay, and buries his cold nose in the map to look for an inn or something to keep him until he can figure something else out. And soon. It's freezing.]]
[Video]
[[He's looking rather worse for wear, and very, very cold, but he forces out an awkward, weak smile nonetheless.]]
H-Heh, I ... I guess this place w-wants me to stay. I suppose it c-could be worse!
I'm going to the inn ... I think th-there's enough money here for th-that. There's so m-much I have to f-figure out.
If by any ch-chance you run into a little girl---brown h-hair, red eyes, her name is Ib---l-let her know Garry's here! I h-hope she's made it back home, though! Her p-parents must be worried sick!
Ah, and th-the map is helpful, yes, but does anyone know of any coat s-stores and th-their cross-streets? I'd b-be so grateful!
[[Garry's ratty coat is doing nothing for him in this frigid weather. His teeth chatter together as he tries to balance the many items in his arms and shove them into his pockets. A pamphlet, this communicator phone thing, some money (what is this, some sort of theme park or convention?!), his lighter, the necklace, his rose ...
His eyes fall to Ib's handkerchief, still wrapped gently around his injured hand.
From one far away place to another. At least it seems like this world is a lot less likely to get him killed. He wonders if his rose means just as much here as it did there. And just as well, he hopes that Ib, at least, made it back safe---to her parents, to safety, to home. If she isn't with him right now, many he can count on the fact that she's okay! Brave, resilient Ib doesn't deserve to be away from them any longer.
Still, he feels a bit forlorn that he can't keep his promise to see her again, and give her back her handkerchief, or go get macarons. At least, not any time soon.
He's stuck. And not for the first time.
With another furious shiver, he trudges across the Bay, and buries his cold nose in the map to look for an inn or something to keep him until he can figure something else out. And soon. It's freezing.]]
[Video]
[[He's looking rather worse for wear, and very, very cold, but he forces out an awkward, weak smile nonetheless.]]
H-Heh, I ... I guess this place w-wants me to stay. I suppose it c-could be worse!
I'm going to the inn ... I think th-there's enough money here for th-that. There's so m-much I have to f-figure out.
If by any ch-chance you run into a little girl---brown h-hair, red eyes, her name is Ib---l-let her know Garry's here! I h-hope she's made it back home, though! Her p-parents must be worried sick!
Ah, and th-the map is helpful, yes, but does anyone know of any coat s-stores and th-their cross-streets? I'd b-be so grateful!
