#complexedstigma

This building was...the post office. Pretty obviously so, what with the ridiculous name. Popcorn… Shuji thought of the snack food, wondered if there was a movie theater around here, and what it would play. Only comedies? Horror movies? Popcorn and a monster film sounded good right now.

He let himself get so pulled into thinking about this, he was able to totally ignore the loud motorcycle pulling up, and the person that passed him until they spoke to him.

@complexedstigma

   Alphonse hadn’t meant to fall asleep but with the sun shining down so warmly on his face it was hard to keep his eyes open. It was the sort of sensation he vowed never to take for granted again - it wasn’t all that long ago when he didn’t have a body capable of feeling anything, after all.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed when he heard the rustling of the grass and footsteps beside him and he shot up practically like a rocket, almost embarrassed he didn’t wake up sooner.

Hakuno had wandered the city seemingly aimlessly, being sure to check and prod anything or anyone of interest she came across, and gotten herself lost. It was something of a new yet expected impediment, especially since the area she had to survey was far larger than a school or a closed maze.

There were an awful lot of sheep about. There were an awful lot of strange looking people about too. Hakuno was slightly more familiar with the latter, though she wondered to herself if they were anyone she should worry about.

Walking up to an imposing, at least to her, spiky haired fellow, Hakuno tapped him on the shoulder.

Nightmares plagues Niles like a curse, haunting his sleep and shaking him so badly he woke up in cold sweat. Used to them, Niles would have just shrugged it off and gone about the day. But right now, he had trouble believing he wasn’t in a dream.

“The hell...?” Even when he’d gone outside to scout around, nothing gave him a clue of where he was, aside from the name of the place, ‘Stella City’. The senders of the letter he’d received, Aries and Stella, seemed to be the ones with the answers around here. But rather than writing back to them, Niles preferred to drag the answers out of them himself. Hence why he was exploring, clutching the letter in one hand, eyes searching for any signs of life that... wasn’t sheep.

      [  an accusatory point, directly towards said person. the spiked blonde hair stands out like a sore thumb, and who better to bother in his dire moment of need than a stranger? exactly -- he has nothing else to lose. hence as to why the brunet runs up to the other’s side, grabbing at his coat without hesitation. there’s an apologetic grin, but nothing more.  ]

i’m how ya say ... je suis lost.

      [  please stop him.  ]