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 Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 2:38 pm
Jin was slithering around somewhere in the darkness of Amarus' room, the bare wooden floor illuminated wherever his flaming wings cast their warm light. She couldn't see him, exactly, because she was lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling and just listening. Sometimes, if she started to pay attention to herself, she would have to breathe. Slowly and evenly, even if she didn't need air. She scanned her recent memory, trying to think of something to do before she drifted off to sleep out of sheer boredom.
Jolting up suddenly, Amarus remembered: she'd never gotten to see whatever Jack B had drawn that day on Conquest. And, now that it was gone... that art was even more precious. Something she could never do. Everything she saw was locked up as a memory, but at least she had those, even if everything before her awakening in the Haunted House was lost to her. Not that it mattered, though it did sometimes. In any case, she'd intended to see what Jack B had seen that day, and recreated; now it was just a matter of.. finding him?
Amarus stood and headed out the door, glancing down at Jin's scattered light briefly. "Try not to eat Ashbel," she told Jin, before shutting the door behind her. Well, it's not like she had anything else pressing to attend to. Where might he be...? Amarus left the Ghost dorms and headed out towards some of the other dorms. Anywhere. Somewhere nice. She ended up pausing in the sun on the campus grounds, looking out and just... thinking nothing at all. It had been a kind of strange whim, looking for him. In fact, she was getting kind of sleepy without a clear notion of where to go.
"Another poorly planned scheme," Amarus mumbled.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 3:29 pm
Outside was always the best place to look for the trickster Cat-King, it was pretty much home for him - the four walls that he owned in the dormatory was weird and cold feeling to him, and he found himself constantly wandering outside again, followed by his clowder of cats. Thusly, he was found here again, leaning against one of the more open trees, wooden guitar in hand, case at his feet, full of papers and musical pages - and at least one or two cats, enjoying the daytime hours with him. His face set in determination as he stared at the music sheet, one hand on the guitar
-- fhdjshkakdjs
Done my shift, will finish at home. I'll quote when I tag > w
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