Russian Woes-- private role-play
Players: Alexander, Canaan and Scyeth
Setting: Chikami Mall; cloudy afternoon
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Players: Alexander, Canaan and Scyeth
Setting: Chikami Mall; cloudy afternoon
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Sasha had the blahs.
Some serious blahs. Not just, oh the weather is gloomy and gee how it affects me so. He just felt... incomplete. Which made sense, his other half ripped away and waiting on the other side of the earth. But it had been a year since then. Actually it was just about the date he got his last letter from Niki. Blah.
The little boy hunched over in his bed, his grey brown eyes droopy from sleep and a bad mood. The sun was already up and high, assaulting Sasha's bedroom with a dull light that gave him a bit of a headache. Actually, it was probably because he slept in so long, but the sunlight wasn't helping the situation.
He rolled out of bed soon after, took a quick shower and dressed in a thin blue shirt and his usual pair of khaki capri pants. He emptied the dish of old granola and refilled it for his room spirit before leaving to do, well, he hadn't decided that yet. He wasn't going to be great company and studying didn't sound all that fun.
When Russians were down on their luck and feeling depressed, there was only one solution. Getting black out drunk until you couldn't feel feelings anymore. Sasha now had a destination, but he needed to find help on his journey. He was way too young looking to buy vodka on his own. He needed someone older and big.... and Native American.
Unfortunately, Cane wasn't a homebody like him and, like, had a life and went out and did things. So his dorm room was empty. His next destination was the Science and technology building. A few empty classrooms later, he tried the fitness center and huzzah! he was there.
Trying his best to keep the scowl and gloom off his face as he approached his friend, Sasha waved weakly and stood beside him. "Hey... uhhh are you... particularly busy? At this... moment in time?"
