::Sitting cross-legged on a sofa, Vincent has a piece of paper on his lap, which he's doodling on boredly. At the top there appears to be some semblance of a list, but he's crossed it out ( Read more... )

::Huddled up in a dark corner of the lounge, Vincent stares sadly out the window at the bright sunshine outside. Damn it, he's sick of sitting inside-- it feels like everyone else is out having fun. Apparently, that's what summer is for. Back in Romdo, the seasons were a vague suggestion. No-one really cared about them as they ticked around; all ( Read more... )

::Walking towards the lounge, Vincent freezes as he opens the door and sees the damage that has been done.::

...

Uh... What happened in here?

::A bowl of pasta. An actual bowl of pasta. He's finally done it. Three months of practice have paid off.

... He's really made food, without injuring himself or causing a natural disaster. Staring at his accomplishment, Vincent draws out a fork, and plunges it into the bowl. Drawing back a single, perfect piece of penne, he jams it in his mouth, and ( Read more... )

::Getting a can of cola out of the vending machine, Vincent lets out a loud sigh, before opening it up. It's been over six months now since he's seen Re-L. Is she okay? Is Pino okay? Staring at the can for a few moments, as he remembers the day he arrived on the train, and how he had gotten drinks from the vending machine then, too. Examining the ( Read more... )

::Standing in the Game Alley, Vincent looks nervously up at the test-your-strength game, wondering if it's worth a shot. Having spent the last hour trying out all the other games around in the alley, he's already discovered his lack of luck with the others... But maybe, just maybe, a little bit of his Proxy strength could get him something out of a ( Read more... )

Oh no!!

::Falling to the ground, Vincent lets out a squeak of pain as a plate of food comes down with him, tipping all over him and landing unceremonially on his head. Why did he even try to cook? Why? Back in the AutoReiv Disposal Unit, they'd always banned him from touching anything food-related but the vending machine-- 'dangerous work', his boss ( Read more... )

::Lying on his bed, Vincent stares absently at the wall opposite him, completely silent. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks like he's in deep concentration. Something's wrong. He's not sure what it is, but something's definitely wrong. Is he sick? No, no. Proxies don't get sick, from what he knows. Is he tired? No, he slept well last night. ( Read more... )

::Vincent's fingers drum up and down the buttons of the VaLkyrie Express X game in the arcade cart, his eyes glazed over, and his expression a cheerful but bland one. After two hours of giving nearly undivided attention to the machine, Vince has achieved a top score in one mode, and has mastered the playstyle of a character called 'Yuri'. He's ( Read more... )

::Meandering through the streets of Lotus Blossom Central, Vince looks tired and frustrated. An hour ago, he set out to find a gift for his exchange partner, and so far, hasn't found anything. He knows next to nothing about Rally, and can hardly figure what the other guy is into-- books, maybe? But then, what subject would he choose a book on? ( Read more... )