I couldn't stand to hear the crying of my mother [Closed]
Characters: Smoke/Gojyo (inthecenterfold) [Age Switched to 12] and Kurayami/Reki (paintitgray)
Date/Time: Feb 14th evening
Location: Kurayami's place on Melee Island
Rating: PG13 for topics more than language
Summary: Smoke looks for a place to hide and just ride out the Age Switch event, but Kurayami left her door locked. :-/ Who she finds is not quite who she remembers at all.
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Smoke prided himself on the fact that very little in the Sphere shook him anymore. As much as he hated a lot of the things he saw and heard about, he didn't have breakdowns every other week like someone more sensitive might. He didn't cry buckets when people he liked disappeared; it sucked, but he knew it could happen to any of them at pretty much any time. Crying didn't bring them back. He didn't begrudge people like Kagerou for getting upset when it happened, and he'd punched a wall or two to be sure, but he didn't cry, or whine, or anything like that. He tried to do what he could to stop that sort of shit from happening, but that was something different.
Ever since he'd been subjected to looking this young, he'd done his best not to think about it: what he knew about his childhood, his family, his red hair and eyes. He'd put all of that behind him, accepted that being a hanyou meant nothing here, or so he'd thought. Today, it'd finally gotten to him. Trying so hard not to think about it meant that, eventually, that was all he could think about.
And all he wanted to do was hide - go somewhere that hardly anyone ever visited, not take his journal, not take Suzy, and literally just try to disappear for awhile. He didn't want to just go on pretending like this wasn't affecting him, pretending he was still Adult Smoke the Sometimes-Charming Playboy in a preteen body. But children were rare in Edensphere, despite the current epidemic, so he wasn't sure where he could go to just blend into the scenery.
Before long he found himself snatching on the warmest winter coat in his closet - a brown one with a hood that he'd never even worn outside before - and ran out of his apartment towards the elevator. He used the coat like a cloak, the hood concealing most of his face because it was so big on his current body. It also nicely hid the weird outfit he'd found himself in a few days ago. He'd been in worse outfits, so he hadn't said anything, and at least that outfit had been scaled down to his smaller body.
Smoke drifted on a familiar path all the way to the bar before realizing where he was headed. Instead, he turned towards Captain Planet, passing by Amurui's campsite at a distance. He kept wandering through Stuff Inc. and on to Melee Island. He stared at the Dojo for awhile, meandered some more, and eventually found the familiar house of one hermitic artist. He tried to get into her house by the front door and the windows too, but without luck. In the end, with nowhere else of interest to go, no work to do, and no one he wanted to see him in this despondent state... he just sat down, and didn't get back up. He laid his head down on his knees, curled up inside of his coat, and just wished with all of his might for the de-aging effect to go away.
["Make it all go away... go away... please go away... please..."]
Date/Time: Feb 14th evening
Location: Kurayami's place on Melee Island
Rating: PG13 for topics more than language
Summary: Smoke looks for a place to hide and just ride out the Age Switch event, but Kurayami left her door locked. :-/ Who she finds is not quite who she remembers at all.
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Smoke prided himself on the fact that very little in the Sphere shook him anymore. As much as he hated a lot of the things he saw and heard about, he didn't have breakdowns every other week like someone more sensitive might. He didn't cry buckets when people he liked disappeared; it sucked, but he knew it could happen to any of them at pretty much any time. Crying didn't bring them back. He didn't begrudge people like Kagerou for getting upset when it happened, and he'd punched a wall or two to be sure, but he didn't cry, or whine, or anything like that. He tried to do what he could to stop that sort of shit from happening, but that was something different.
Ever since he'd been subjected to looking this young, he'd done his best not to think about it: what he knew about his childhood, his family, his red hair and eyes. He'd put all of that behind him, accepted that being a hanyou meant nothing here, or so he'd thought. Today, it'd finally gotten to him. Trying so hard not to think about it meant that, eventually, that was all he could think about.
And all he wanted to do was hide - go somewhere that hardly anyone ever visited, not take his journal, not take Suzy, and literally just try to disappear for awhile. He didn't want to just go on pretending like this wasn't affecting him, pretending he was still Adult Smoke the Sometimes-Charming Playboy in a preteen body. But children were rare in Edensphere, despite the current epidemic, so he wasn't sure where he could go to just blend into the scenery.
Before long he found himself snatching on the warmest winter coat in his closet - a brown one with a hood that he'd never even worn outside before - and ran out of his apartment towards the elevator. He used the coat like a cloak, the hood concealing most of his face because it was so big on his current body. It also nicely hid the weird outfit he'd found himself in a few days ago. He'd been in worse outfits, so he hadn't said anything, and at least that outfit had been scaled down to his smaller body.
Smoke drifted on a familiar path all the way to the bar before realizing where he was headed. Instead, he turned towards Captain Planet, passing by Amurui's campsite at a distance. He kept wandering through Stuff Inc. and on to Melee Island. He stared at the Dojo for awhile, meandered some more, and eventually found the familiar house of one hermitic artist. He tried to get into her house by the front door and the windows too, but without luck. In the end, with nowhere else of interest to go, no work to do, and no one he wanted to see him in this despondent state... he just sat down, and didn't get back up. He laid his head down on his knees, curled up inside of his coat, and just wished with all of his might for the de-aging effect to go away.
["Make it all go away... go away... please go away... please..."]