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015 [Prose/Private Text/Audio/Action]
Dec. 28th, 2010 02:25 am( In which Miles doesn't act his age and is a general depressfail aka TL;DR TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT. )
"---Achoo!"
.......He knew he'd regret that nap.
Shaking the snow out of his damp hair, Miles scrambled to his feet, staggering back as his head spun from the sudden change in latitude, his earlier sobbing, and the on-coming cold. Pip was still asleep curled up in his scarf.
The boy's gray eyes darted around the glade quickly, his sleepy mind trying to remember where he was, until they finally landed on the small grave he made. The sight of it sobered him immediately.
Miles raised an arm to rub his eyes with his fist, but clenching his hands reopened the scabs on his fingers, and accompanied by a sharp pain, they began to bleed again. With a sigh, the boy reached into his pocket to search for his Gear.
Pulling the device out of his hand, he checked the time.
4:49 P.M.
.....Well, snap.
He'd been asleep for much longer than he thought he had. In fact, the sky overhead was already growing dark. A small panic seized him as he realized how angry his roommate would be when he returned, having disappeared from the room while Phoenix was still asleep, and he still had to call Misaki when he returned to Goldenrod, too..
And there was somebody else he had to contact. His memory flashed back to that day in the dark hotel during the power outage, the tall man in who was walking through the building for exercise, the one with the scar running down his face...
"I need to hurry."
Still holding the sleeping pup against his chest, Miles hurried to grab his bag slinging it over his shoulder. He momentarily thought about pulling on his gloves to hide the cuts when he reached Goldenrod - the pair he received from Ken was inside his bag - but decided against it. He didn't want to get them dirty with the blood. Throwing one foot forward, followed briskly by the other, he began to march out of the clearing --
and stopped.
And he tuned to take one last look at his father's grave.
"....Good-bye, Dad. I'll-- I'll come visit again."
And with those last words, Miles Edgeworth spun on his heels, walking away.
( Private Text to SHELLY DE KILLER at 5:01 P.M., sent after he returns to Goldenrod. )
( Private call to MISAKI TAKAHASHI at 5:04 P.M. after returning to Goldenrod. )
[[ OOC; Action posts can be made to Miles after he's returned from his trip to Route Thirty-Five! He'll be wandering around the city with Pip, who finally woke up, frolicking around his feet and his fingers still looking like they had an accident with a cheese grater (for those who TL;DR-ed, the kid was digging in the frozen ground with his bare hands for two hours just to make his daddy-o a makeshift grave, so, uh.... yeaaaah) He's also got the tired look of someone who cried himself to sleep.... on the snow, with a nasty cold coming in to hit him within the next twenty hours, so expect some general crankiness from the kid. \(O.o)/ He's also kind of soaking wet.
It is also 2:30 A.M. here and I am GOING TO SLEEP I am sorry for my terrible writing today and any grammar errors. /o-orz A-also feel free to prose back or action post? ;; ]]
.......He knew he'd regret that nap.
Shaking the snow out of his damp hair, Miles scrambled to his feet, staggering back as his head spun from the sudden change in latitude, his earlier sobbing, and the on-coming cold. Pip was still asleep curled up in his scarf.
The boy's gray eyes darted around the glade quickly, his sleepy mind trying to remember where he was, until they finally landed on the small grave he made. The sight of it sobered him immediately.
Miles raised an arm to rub his eyes with his fist, but clenching his hands reopened the scabs on his fingers, and accompanied by a sharp pain, they began to bleed again. With a sigh, the boy reached into his pocket to search for his Gear.
Pulling the device out of his hand, he checked the time.
4:49 P.M.
.....Well, snap.
He'd been asleep for much longer than he thought he had. In fact, the sky overhead was already growing dark. A small panic seized him as he realized how angry his roommate would be when he returned, having disappeared from the room while Phoenix was still asleep, and he still had to call Misaki when he returned to Goldenrod, too..
And there was somebody else he had to contact. His memory flashed back to that day in the dark hotel during the power outage, the tall man in who was walking through the building for exercise, the one with the scar running down his face...
"I need to hurry."
Still holding the sleeping pup against his chest, Miles hurried to grab his bag slinging it over his shoulder. He momentarily thought about pulling on his gloves to hide the cuts when he reached Goldenrod - the pair he received from Ken was inside his bag - but decided against it. He didn't want to get them dirty with the blood. Throwing one foot forward, followed briskly by the other, he began to march out of the clearing --
and stopped.
And he tuned to take one last look at his father's grave.
"....Good-bye, Dad. I'll-- I'll come visit again."
And with those last words, Miles Edgeworth spun on his heels, walking away.
( Private Text to SHELLY DE KILLER at 5:01 P.M., sent after he returns to Goldenrod. )
( Private call to MISAKI TAKAHASHI at 5:04 P.M. after returning to Goldenrod. )
[[ OOC; Action posts can be made to Miles after he's returned from his trip to Route Thirty-Five! He'll be wandering around the city with Pip, who finally woke up, frolicking around his feet and his fingers still looking like they had an accident with a cheese grater (for those who TL;DR-ed, the kid was digging in the frozen ground with his bare hands for two hours just to make his daddy-o a makeshift grave, so, uh.... yeaaaah) He's also got the tired look of someone who cried himself to sleep.... on the snow, with a nasty cold coming in to hit him within the next twenty hours, so expect some general crankiness from the kid. \(O.o)/ He's also kind of soaking wet.
It is also 2:30 A.M. here and I am GOING TO SLEEP I am sorry for my terrible writing today and any grammar errors. /o-orz A-also feel free to prose back or action post? ;; ]]