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route_10652011-06-03 01:21 pm
shiromadoushi) wrote in route_10652011-06-03 01:21 pm
The visions dancing in my mind / The early dawn, the shades of time
Who: Bakura and Eagle (maaaybe Geo at the end if he wakes up and wanders out?)
Where: Route 29 (midpoint)
When: Thursday night/Friday morning
Summary: Bakura's been having trouble sleeping since those 3 days of lost time.
Rating: PG
Log:
Trouble sleeping wasn't something Bakura was unfamiliar with. Late night worries and things he didn't want to think about often kept him up nights, pushing him into the familiar embrace of an RPG's dream world or the productive all night study session.
But he hadn't had that as much since his arrival at Johto. It was a different pace, the days traveled leaving him tired enough to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, the presence of his pokemon near by chasing away the fears and nightmares that always lurked just outside his subconscious. It was almost as if a giant weight he had been unaware he had been carrying had been lifted off him.
The three days lost... the strange dreams nagging at the back of his mind, the feeling that there was something...
Something important he had forgotten.
There were no games to be played, no studies to forge ahead in, no TV with late night movies, no scenario to play, no board to research...
Instead, he was sitting around the remains of the campfire, carefully carving a chunk of wood that hadn't fully burned away. The twisted staff of the High Priest, the tip blackened and charred like--
like...
Like what? The images had been so clear before, designs for the Egypt game all by flowing out from his pencil as if it had been possessed by a ghost of Egypt past. Overflowing sketchpads of designs, notes, plans...
He couldn't recall it now. The sketchbooks were blank in his minds eye, but the urge to work on those plans still lingered, stronger now, even though they'd been fading as his new adventure took over his imagination.
There was something missing. What had happened in those missing days?
What had happened in those missing hours...?
Waking up in a place he hadn't been moments before, a look to his watch to find it later than expected, new things in his bag, the feeling that something--
He looked down at the figure in his hand again before his fingers curled sharply around the half formed figure and he threw it into the ashes.
Where: Route 29 (midpoint)
When: Thursday night/Friday morning
Summary: Bakura's been having trouble sleeping since those 3 days of lost time.
Rating: PG
Log:
Trouble sleeping wasn't something Bakura was unfamiliar with. Late night worries and things he didn't want to think about often kept him up nights, pushing him into the familiar embrace of an RPG's dream world or the productive all night study session.
But he hadn't had that as much since his arrival at Johto. It was a different pace, the days traveled leaving him tired enough to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, the presence of his pokemon near by chasing away the fears and nightmares that always lurked just outside his subconscious. It was almost as if a giant weight he had been unaware he had been carrying had been lifted off him.
The three days lost... the strange dreams nagging at the back of his mind, the feeling that there was something...
Something important he had forgotten.
There were no games to be played, no studies to forge ahead in, no TV with late night movies, no scenario to play, no board to research...
Instead, he was sitting around the remains of the campfire, carefully carving a chunk of wood that hadn't fully burned away. The twisted staff of the High Priest, the tip blackened and charred like--
like...
Like what? The images had been so clear before, designs for the Egypt game all by flowing out from his pencil as if it had been possessed by a ghost of Egypt past. Overflowing sketchpads of designs, notes, plans...
He couldn't recall it now. The sketchbooks were blank in his minds eye, but the urge to work on those plans still lingered, stronger now, even though they'd been fading as his new adventure took over his imagination.
There was something missing. What had happened in those missing days?
What had happened in those missing hours...?
Waking up in a place he hadn't been moments before, a look to his watch to find it later than expected, new things in his bag, the feeling that something--
He looked down at the figure in his hand again before his fingers curled sharply around the half formed figure and he threw it into the ashes.