[ it is eight in the morning, and the moon is high up in the sky, the only light in what seems to be perpetual darkness. none of the lights inside the house turn on; neither do their tablets. it all reeks of aldrip fuckery, and after some choice words on both parts, after making sure gab is fed (and junpei, too, for that matter, because they may need to go investigate but charles will make damn sure junpei's eaten at least something before they head out), well — it's not like they can check the network for any announcements about this, is it?
no, heading out to see what the hell is going on is the only choice left for them. charles grabs his bag, his cricket bat stuffed inside, and takes junpei's hand — a few months ago he'd have said it's to make sure they're not separated. now, it's just because he can, and because he wants to... and to make sure they're not separated, yes, alright, maybe there's some truth to that, too.
the streets near the house are quiet; there are no lights in any of the nearby buildings, either. the closer they get to the center of the city, the more there are sounds — some far off, a skittering noise that makes charles freeze for a moment, some heavy footsteps that lead away from them. none of them sound very reassuring. ]
I don't like this, [ charles says and squeezes junpei's hand, his eyes scanning their surroundings, constantly alert. he doesn't know why, but he feels like they're being watched — like there is something in the darkness around them, something distinctly unfriendly. ]
it's been almost two months since i last started a thread here. unforgivable,
no, heading out to see what the hell is going on is the only choice left for them. charles grabs his bag, his cricket bat stuffed inside, and takes junpei's hand — a few months ago he'd have said it's to make sure they're not separated. now, it's just because he can, and because he wants to... and to make sure they're not separated, yes, alright, maybe there's some truth to that, too.
the streets near the house are quiet; there are no lights in any of the nearby buildings, either. the closer they get to the center of the city, the more there are sounds — some far off, a skittering noise that makes charles freeze for a moment, some heavy footsteps that lead away from them. none of them sound very reassuring. ]
I don't like this, [ charles says and squeezes junpei's hand, his eyes scanning their surroundings, constantly alert. he doesn't know why, but he feels like they're being watched — like there is something in the darkness around them, something distinctly unfriendly. ]
Should we just turn back?