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Yuna ([personal profile] gullwingsgunner) wrote in [community profile] genessia2014-05-09 03:20 pm
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Still searching...

WHO: Yuna and you.
WHAT: Yuna tries to follow the whistle.
WHEN: May 9th
WHERE: In Yuna's dream world, wherever that is. It's just a lot of blackness.
WARNINGS: No warnings needed.

[Yuna stood there, surrounded by darkness, no idea where she was or where to go. She was scared with no idea what to do.]

Where... is everyone?

[She looked around to nothing, darkness still lingered. That was until a whistle cause her to suddenly spin. Was it him? Could that be him whistling right now. Her legs started to walk before breaking out into a run. She was trying to follow the whistle but so far no good. As she was running toward the first direction the whistle returned from a new direction, causing her to once more turn around.]

Where are you? I-I can't see anything. [She starts to move again, this time in another direction. She was sure this was the right one this time. She wanted to find out what was on the end of that whistling. But once more the whistle came and from another direction again. She started to get angry. So once more she headed towards the sound, only to once again be foiled. She soon gripped her hands tightly and let out a scream, just letting what anger that was in her body out.

Once she was done she felt a little better, but not by a lot as she sunk to the ground, a look of sadness in her eyes as the whistle came and went again. She couldn't find it at all, no matter how close she thought she would get it would then slip through her fingers. Would it mean she would never find him? Would the answers forever be out of her grasp, she didn't know but right now she knew full well she couldn't reach him here.]

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