Post by Josh Dragomir on Jan 9, 2015 2:25:38 GMT
With Heartless being sighted more day by day, Josh couldn't help but take the walk though. People were getting nervous. And despite only being here for close to a year after coming from his home world for some reason or another, he took it upon himself to try and alleviate those fears as much as he could by taking regular walks in the bloody cold. He had taken Dragon's Key, strapped it to his back, bundled up with a scarf, black pants, jacket and boots, and had gone out to make sure that the Heartless hadn't come around. He hated himself for it, but it was something he took seriously. Something he took seriously every night.
Long blonde hair with bangs down the front, shining brown eyes, the man was 6'2 and looked to be in his early 20s. This keyblade wielder had wandered through the 2nd sector last night in the freezing cold, knowing full well he probably wouldn't find anything. But he couldn't help it, really. How could he? There had been reports of heartless appearing as of late, and he could never be too careful. Still, he remembered fucking freezing, and he hated it. But that just made it all the more satisfying when he would get up the next morning....
Josh sat on the porch in front of the apartment complex he lived in. Did he ever have a house he lived in? He wasn't sure. He couldn't remember his early life... And that irritated him. He couldn't remember anything past when he had first come to Traverse Town. But why had he? He was a conflicted soul, just wishing he could remember who he was, or why he was put on this plane... Why he had a keyblade, why he had such an urge to take the heartless down...
He let out a sigh, deciding to take a walk. While it was eternal night here, he couldn't help but think this was the morning. He had set himself a daily schedule, and this was the "morning" part of it. A morning walk might help calm him down. He was exhausted, he had spent all "night" doing said patrol, and had dealt with two hordes of them. Not fun at all.
Long blonde hair with bangs down the front, shining brown eyes, the man was 6'2 and looked to be in his early 20s. This keyblade wielder had wandered through the 2nd sector last night in the freezing cold, knowing full well he probably wouldn't find anything. But he couldn't help it, really. How could he? There had been reports of heartless appearing as of late, and he could never be too careful. Still, he remembered fucking freezing, and he hated it. But that just made it all the more satisfying when he would get up the next morning....
Josh sat on the porch in front of the apartment complex he lived in. Did he ever have a house he lived in? He wasn't sure. He couldn't remember his early life... And that irritated him. He couldn't remember anything past when he had first come to Traverse Town. But why had he? He was a conflicted soul, just wishing he could remember who he was, or why he was put on this plane... Why he had a keyblade, why he had such an urge to take the heartless down...
He let out a sigh, deciding to take a walk. While it was eternal night here, he couldn't help but think this was the morning. He had set himself a daily schedule, and this was the "morning" part of it. A morning walk might help calm him down. He was exhausted, he had spent all "night" doing said patrol, and had dealt with two hordes of them. Not fun at all.
