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Post by Red400 on Sept 20, 2007 19:15:15 GMT -5
It was a rather windy day for Traverse Town. It was a rather cold breeze, everyone didn't seem bothered by it. Everyone....except one boy. It was Takato. It was his arms that felt the coldest, based on what he was doing. Takato cupped his hands in front of mouth and took quick, heavy breaths. After a couple of breaths, then Takato would rubbed his arms gently. His back was slightly arched and he was shriving all over.
Takato had wished he had some long clothing in days like these: It was the only time where he regretted wearing a short-sleeve. He looked up a little bit, and, much to his surprise, clouds covered up the night sky. Only one thing could come out of this. There was a storm coming. At least, in Takato's mind.
Takato looked down, and realized that he was walking to the Third District. He usually 'dazed' out after a while: He could pass through the the two other districts and not realize it. Takato looked around a little bit, sort of surprised how far he had walked. He had walked from the alley of the Second District to the entrance of the Third District.
Takato opened the door to the Third District, but only enough for his body to go through. After he passed through the door, Takato closed the door behind him, and looked up to the sky. More clouds were starting to come...he would need to find shelter soon. However, he just wanted to explore the district for a little bit: It was his only sense of 'adventure'. Takato now started to explore the Third District.
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Post by Red400 on Sept 20, 2007 19:37:47 GMT -5
Takato jumped just from the sound of someone's voice. He looked around, in a panic, to see who had said that. When he turned around to see the a person right there at the water fountain, his eyes grew rather wide. His arms were still holding together, but in a tighter grip. 'How.....how long has he been here?.....' Takato thought to himself.
It was bad enough that he lacked communication skills: It was even worse if someone had caught him off guard. Takato just stood there, with arms folded and pressed on his chest to keep his body from getting any colder....well, it was one method that Takato though would work. Takato opened his mouth, but no words came out; only stuttered words.
At last, after having some time to recollect himself and regain his composure, Takato managed to say something. Although, it was a bit modest than a person could expect, after having that long of a recovery time. Takato mumbled out, "H-hello....." He took another pause, before asking, "Uhhh.....um......who are you?...."
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