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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 11:43:30 GMT -5
The scorching heat was causing Aecus to feel a bit light headed, and the blonde's steady pace had gradually grown slower and more shaky. With every step the black converse paved in the sand, the boys slim figure would falter, rocking from one side to the other. The silver headphones he always wore were around his neck, for even the music didn't help the devastating thirst that was quelling up inside of his throat. Everything felt sore, from head to toe, and the young man knew that if he even tried to call for help his voice would give way- not that it would be heard to begin with. Gazing up into the blaring sun his blue eyes watered slightly from the intensity and everything seemed to have waves around it, nothing in focus. Fuck... this world... absolutely blows.
The young mans journey had brought him to this world, though the gummi ship pilot that brought him here had refused to get any closer to the city- apparently odd events were happening on this world- not just the usual Heartless, either. People were disappearing left and right, and the sands seemed to come alive at night time. Aecus had simply brushed these mysteries off as superstition, and frankly he wasn't a firm believer in things like that. Reaching into the back pocket of his slim fit black jeans, he pulled out the small folded up picture he always seemed to carry on him. Looking down at the man with similar eyes and a familiar smile, the blonde scowled before shoving it back in his pocket. Tch, I'm going through all this trouble to find you, old man. I wonder if it's worth all this annoyance...
Despite the bitter taste in the boys mouth (which was mostly caked sand and sweat), he continued to walk on, knowing all too well that he was going to find the man in the photograph- one way or another. Aecus' blue eyes fell down to his wrist, where the silver bracelet with the ruby pendant lay, somehow still bitter cold against the heat. Stupid thing... why can't you turn into an AC unit... With a sigh he ran his hand against his brow, wiping away more sweat and sand that had clung to his skin, which felt like it was boiling. Gritting his teeth together, his muscles clenched up in protest as he continued to walk- but his eyes continued to stay on the small little silhouette in the distance. He knew it was the city, the one the pilot had called 'Agrabah'. It was in his sights, but so far away- and his legs felt like they were about to collapse under him. Resting was impossible, though, he knew that- despite him not being one to consider superstition, he didn't want to test the 'Living Sands' that apparently happened when night struck.
After what felt like multiple hours, he was finally only a few feet away from the city gates, and the joy that went into his heart almost made all of the heat and pain fade away- almost. A smile plastered on his face in triumph that the dessert hadn't claimed him, the blonde kid staggered his way to the entrance, resting his hand against one of the walls before finally collapsing, face first into the sand. He was safe, however, from the unforgiving brutality of the dessert, and allowed his body to succumb to exhaustion, passing out where he lay.
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Nero Bleu
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Post by Nero Bleu on Mar 23, 2014 0:26:56 GMT -5
"So there we were, surrounded by... It had to be at least thirty of the bastards. You see, the idiots had thought they trapped me and the kid, hell, I thought they had us myself, but that protege of mine had another thing in mind. The damn kid throws down his gun and starts sweet talking the pretty little thing, now I'm sitting there thinking that there is no way in hell this shit is gonna work, but then-." Before the old man could finish his exciting (and that was being generous) tale, Trojia could only hear the angry bartender snap at him, interrupting his story. "Yeah, yeah. Look, if the story doesn't end with "then me and the kid paid my bar tab," I don't care how it ends." Trojia shot the bartender a scowl before finishing his drink. He'd never admit it to the severs face, but he had a point. The old man had wasted enough time in this crappy world. Standing up and pushing his chair in, Trojia slid the the bartender a few coins. Obviously, it wasn't enough to cover the mans bill, but Trojia simply waved at the man. "I'll be back with the rest tomorrow. Or not. I dunno."
Pushing the bar door open, Trojia was blinded by the sun, causing the man to grunt a bit. Of course, this problem was remedied rather fast, with the man simply slipping on a pair of mirrored aviators. Trojia had been in the world of Agrabah for a week now and he definitely looked dressed for it. His once light blue button-up shirt was now a bright white and his dark blue jeans were now replaced by a light brown pair. Luckily for the older man, it seemed his stay in this awful world was almost over, as he had searched for his partner here long enough. There was a problem though, Trojia didn't exactly have enough funds to get off of this world, despite how much he may have wanted to. Even when he went around asking for work, the townsfolk would only mention something about sands kidnapping people. A claim that would best be summed up as a load of bull, in Trojia's own words. Still, it seemed something had to be behind the peoples disappearances, something that wasn't sand.
Lighting up one of his cigarettes, Trojia couldn't help but notice what seemed to be a group of looters over a body. Around the entrance no less, it was enough to make Trojia almost feel sympathy for the fallen person. They most likely had just trudged through the desert, only to die so close to the town. A thought that would only cause Trojia's eyes to widen. The situation the unfortunate fellow who hadn't quite made into town was in seemed like one the mans younger partner would probably be in. It wasn't the most likely of theories, but what did Trojia have to loose? Wasting no time, Trojia sprung into a sprint towards the three looters, whipping out his revolver and clicking off the safety in one quick motion. Aiming his gun at one of the three men and grabbing the neck of another, Trojia slammed the man whose neck he was holding against the nearest wall. "Drop it! Drop everything you took from this person! I will blow his Goddamn head off and make you choke on my boot!" Looking over at the third looter Trojia shook his head and smiled.
"Don't even think of trying anything, pal. I see as much as a twitch from you, not only will I kill your two asshole friends, I'll rip out your heart and make you eat it." The three looters shot each other looks before dropping three items. The first two were rather meaningless to Trojia, what appeared to be a photo and a sack of munny, the third item was what really caught Trojia attention. As soon as he saw the third item, Trojia released the man and watched as the all bolted from the scene. Kneeling down and picking up the third item, he was shocked to see it was of his former proteges many notebooks. Glancing over at the body that was on the ground, it didn't take more than a second to realize it wasn't the teen he was looking for. That wasn't the thing that was confusing him, as he had expected the body not to his partner's. He was more concerned with the fact that the looters had dropped the notebook. Did this kid even have the notebook on him? Or did the looters just find it earlier? Either way, it didn't look like he was getting his answer from this dead body.... If it even was dead.
Reaching over towards the knocked out teen's wrist, Trojia felt for a pulse from the boy, letting out a bit of a chuckle. The damn kid was alive, he couldn't believe it. Picking the teen up, Trojia moved the young man to the shade, resting the teens back against a wall. He could already tell the kid would want some water, especially after making the idiotic choice to wear black in the desert. Placing his canteen of water on the boys lap, Trojia lit another one of his cigarettes, as the one he had lit earlier fell out of his mouth while he was dealing with the looters. Leaning against a wall beside the teen, Trojia took a drag of his cigarette, waiting for the kid to wake up.
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