first breath ✧ action
[Barefoot, and wearing no shirt despite the cold, a figure walks slowly out of the baseball diamond. He sticks his hands in his pockets, the only sign that he's been affected by the chill weather at all. His eyes scan the immediate area, narrowing in obvious displeasure.
Never mind that this isn't where he was before. He can deal with that. Never mind that he's alive again. He can deal with that too. No, the problem isn't that the world appears to have been rebuilt, it's that it's been rebuilt in a manner that goes against his wishes. This isn't what had been promised, and he feels a deep sense of betrayal above all else.
He mutters something darkly to an all but empty street. (Not completely vacant. It should be.)
There are eyes on him. He can tell, even when he doesn't catch others outright staring. People are going about their usual pointless lives, naive, oblivious, and then along he comes. He doesn't fit here, physical appearances aside. He'd worked too hard, come too far to have this be then end of everything. In his pockets, his hands clench into fists.]
[Louder now, he repeats what he'd muttered before:] What have you done?
[The cold will hit him harder eventually, once the protection offered by Amala slowly begins to fail.]
Never mind that this isn't where he was before. He can deal with that. Never mind that he's alive again. He can deal with that too. No, the problem isn't that the world appears to have been rebuilt, it's that it's been rebuilt in a manner that goes against his wishes. This isn't what had been promised, and he feels a deep sense of betrayal above all else.
He mutters something darkly to an all but empty street. (Not completely vacant. It should be.)
There are eyes on him. He can tell, even when he doesn't catch others outright staring. People are going about their usual pointless lives, naive, oblivious, and then along he comes. He doesn't fit here, physical appearances aside. He'd worked too hard, come too far to have this be then end of everything. In his pockets, his hands clench into fists.]
[Louder now, he repeats what he'd muttered before:] What have you done?
[The cold will hit him harder eventually, once the protection offered by Amala slowly begins to fail.]