Post by Kaien Tsubakuro on Oct 14, 2012 10:57:28 GMT -6
Being home, taking a shower and sleeping to his heart’s content were things Kaien had almost given up hope on experiencing again. His mind had completely shut off the moment he slipped into his small apartment, relieved to have found it as he had left it, deciding to trouble himself with procuring rent tomorrow, or whenever. Nothing mattered anymore, not since he had regained his freedom, not that very night. Images of Lyre and Lee poked at his consciousness but he batted them away. He would think about the two, especially about the second one, after he rested.
During the night, nightmares of the arena kept him restless but eventually he tired of having them and entered a deep sleep that stretched into the next day and extended past afternoon. When he finally awoke, it was four PM. Yesterday’s bath was fresh on his skin and he was also pleased to note the wounds he had gotten in the underground had been pleasantly healed before the final confrontation that had given him no new ones. The scarring on his arms, back and chest was extensive, however, and it would remain always.
Kaien dressed in fresh clothes that evening. A dark blue shirt and black jeans were covered by a long dark coat that looked more charcoal than navy. The katana he had gotten from the underground arena was sharpened and thrust into an extra sheath before getting tied to his belt. When he went out, his aim was unclear and part of him had wished to just stay in and never step a foot outside again. The thought had been abandoned. It wasn’t like him to shy away in a corner after having experienced hardship. Outside, while he walked with seemingly no direction, his thoughts constantly strayed to Leann and his heart skipped a beat whenever he recalled her near-suicide. That single act of supreme selflessness had moved him in ways he couldn’t explain. He wanted to find her, but he didn’t even know where to start looking.
As it was, his wander led him down an alley and he was so distracted by thoughts of the recent past that he literally tripped on a random brick and fell to the side, grazing his forearm on a nail stuck out from a broken window frame. The wound was superficial but it still bled, painting an empty can red with drops of blood. Considering all the wounds he had experienced quite recently, Kaien gave the new one no mind, straightening and continuing on his way. Eventually, he paused on a bench near the library and leant back on it, his gaze directed at the sky. Both of his arms, with sleeves drawn up to his elbows, came to rest on the bench’s back. Kaien felt quite empty of direction and unsure how to resume his life before the Wild Diamonds arena.
During the night, nightmares of the arena kept him restless but eventually he tired of having them and entered a deep sleep that stretched into the next day and extended past afternoon. When he finally awoke, it was four PM. Yesterday’s bath was fresh on his skin and he was also pleased to note the wounds he had gotten in the underground had been pleasantly healed before the final confrontation that had given him no new ones. The scarring on his arms, back and chest was extensive, however, and it would remain always.
Kaien dressed in fresh clothes that evening. A dark blue shirt and black jeans were covered by a long dark coat that looked more charcoal than navy. The katana he had gotten from the underground arena was sharpened and thrust into an extra sheath before getting tied to his belt. When he went out, his aim was unclear and part of him had wished to just stay in and never step a foot outside again. The thought had been abandoned. It wasn’t like him to shy away in a corner after having experienced hardship. Outside, while he walked with seemingly no direction, his thoughts constantly strayed to Leann and his heart skipped a beat whenever he recalled her near-suicide. That single act of supreme selflessness had moved him in ways he couldn’t explain. He wanted to find her, but he didn’t even know where to start looking.
As it was, his wander led him down an alley and he was so distracted by thoughts of the recent past that he literally tripped on a random brick and fell to the side, grazing his forearm on a nail stuck out from a broken window frame. The wound was superficial but it still bled, painting an empty can red with drops of blood. Considering all the wounds he had experienced quite recently, Kaien gave the new one no mind, straightening and continuing on his way. Eventually, he paused on a bench near the library and leant back on it, his gaze directed at the sky. Both of his arms, with sleeves drawn up to his elbows, came to rest on the bench’s back. Kaien felt quite empty of direction and unsure how to resume his life before the Wild Diamonds arena.
