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Jonathan Sims ([personal profile] end_recording) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-08-08 02:38 pm

[open and closed prompts]

WHO: Jonathan Sims, Ojiro Sniper, Soldier: 76, Roxas, anyone else
WHERE: safehouse, fighting rings
WHEN: various late November/December
WHAT: OPEN prompt for Jonathan
NOTES OR WARNINGS: violence, some mild horror imagery with eyes and worms

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[personal profile] recompleted 2019-08-11 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Roxas woke up feeling weirdly hungry, which was a little unusual—he doesn't have a problem eating, but he isn't one to pig out, either. He can do a lot with just a little food as fuel. But his stomach was already yelling at him when he woke up, so after getting dressed he headed straight for the kitchen.

Maybe, he thinks with futile hope, it's a sign of a growth spurt, and he still has some inches to gain—but that thought is completely lost as someone plows right into him like he's not even here.

"Um, getting some food?" He rocks back on his heels, surprised to see who it is after turning around. "Isn't that what you're here for too? You didn't need to shove me."
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[personal profile] recompleted 2019-08-13 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He recognizes the older guy immediately—Jon, the one who was nosy but not in a bad way and pushy about school in a mildly annoying way. He looks...rougher than Roxas remembered, though. Maybe because he couldn't sleep either.

"Got hungry, I guess." He shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe not having any kind of schedule is throwing me off. I'm not used to that."
Edited 2019-08-13 18:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] recompleted 2019-08-14 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah, the bug thing. He's not sure what to make of that. On one hand, he doesn't like the idea. On the other, it's not like they're plucking them out of trees or something. If the food isn't bad, does it matter what the ingredients are?

"Uh-huh." He nods as he leads them into the kitchen—no sense standing out here talking when they came here for the same reason. "Every day I got a destination and a goal. It was pretty routine."
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[personal profile] recompleted 2019-08-14 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Saïx."

Despite himself, there's a flicker of dislike on his face for a moment. Once upon a time, according to Axel, he'd been a good friend. Maybe, if he becomes recompleted, he'll have the chance to be one again. But remembering those days, the man's callous cruelty is far too vivid.

"One of the other members," he says. "But I never knew whether the orders came from him or from the boss. Never even thought to ask. Pretty dumb, huh?"
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[personal profile] recompleted 2019-08-14 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Jonathan immediately gains a few points in Roxas' estimation, and he smiles as he opens the kitchen's refrigerator to have a look around.

"Not ever, not even when I asked about other stuff," he says. "They probably knew I'd have left sooner otherwise."
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[personal profile] recompleted 2019-08-15 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Roxas shrugs, poking through the contents of the fridge. Yeah, he doesn't know what most of it is.

"Gotta take care of ourselves, right? Even if we can stay here for now, things cost munny." He pops off the lid of a random container. Ew. No. "Besides, I'm not used to doing nothing all day."
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[personal profile] recompleted 2019-09-10 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, me too. Way above ground." He sighs. "I want to try and find someplace high once we get out of here, but who knows how long that'll be."

He's rarely felt this helpless before. If he had his way, he'd summon the Keyblade and fight his way out if necessary, but that option is closed off to him.