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Chivy Darrell ([personal profile] lostandfinder) wrote in [community profile] windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
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first encounter ; 0 days

If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.

Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.
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polarization: (〉 see my problem is this)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-10-07 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sefton groaned, feeling where his elbow had smacked itself into the pavement. It didn't feel broken, but he was pretty sure it had started to bleed, if that wasn't just the pain messing with his nerves. "Ow," he muttered, trying to roll onto his side so that he could stand up.

Someone made a noise from underneath him, and Sefton scrambled to get off and move away. The person he had landed on sat up, rubbing his head with one hand, but reached out and grabbed Sefton's wrist with another. "H-hey... Are you okay?" The question was completely sincere, as was the man's somewhat pained but worried expression, and Sefton was pretty sure his heart cracked just a little further.

Breathless, Sefton nodded and tried to tug his hand away from the man. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. Sorry. I'm sorry, but I have to... go. Somewhere. Not here"