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Post by chocogoddess on Nov 15, 2008 22:19:36 GMT -5
He opened his eyes, flourescent orange light flooding his vision. As he squinted up at the lamp, burning uselessly above him, he stretched his muscles. The twelve year old was leaning against a wall, old bricks protruding and prodding at the small of his back, through the thick cotton fabric of his sweatshirt.
As he took in his surroundings, Tadashi's questions began to make their way to his cranium. How had he gotten here? Why? Had there been a fight? He stood up slowly, stretching and testing the muscles of his legs and arms... No tightness, no looseness. Everything was normal, except his location... where...?
An Alley... An alley in some unknown world, but an Alley nonetheless. Tadashi's ears picked up a muffled noise, like music, or a gathering of people. People? This late? It was dark out, the lamp posts making small orange puddles on the sidewalk for insomnic pedestrians... or serial killers.
Tadashi strode cautiously toward the sound of the noises, finding a pub's entrance, crowded with people, and the source of the late night noise. Perhaps no one minded the volume because everyone around who could be sleeping was already at such a racous party.
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