This place. This was--Duo didn't have the words to describe just what was going on or where he was or how the hell he'd gotten there. One minute he was in an Alliance cell, overhearing some of the soldiers talking about how he made a deal with the devil. The next, he was riding around on a boat on these big white puffs ("Clouds," he reminded himself). It was just...weird as hell!
When the boat docked and he was finally able to get off the damn thing, the first thing given to him was a map. There were things marked on it, even a sort of "You are here!" thing where the docks were located. Duo didn't say anything to them, not even a thank you, and pulled his cap down over his eyes before taking off, his braid bouncing behind him. He didn't need a map! He could find things on his own! They didn't know him, what he had gone through, what he could do. Forget them!
He rounded a building corner as he threw the map behind him. Time to explore a bit.
Scenario 3:
So much for figuring things out on his own. Duo Maxwell had somehow gotten himself completely and utterly lost. Not that he was about to admit that to ANYONE. This place was just as big as the colony, so it shouldn't have been that big of a deal to get rid of his map.
Yeah, but he had lived his life on the colony. He had spent so many years learning the layout of the streets on his home colony. This was all...foreign. Different. New. He didn't know where a safe place to sleep was. He didn't know where to get food here. He could probably get away with picking pockets, but what good would that do? He thought he saw a food store a few streets back. Maybe he could take a few things.
The child in a cassock stopped in an alley and side as he leaned back against the building. He slid down to the ground, allowing himself to sit and bring his knees up to his chest. Hiding his face, he sniffled. He missed the Church. He missed not knowing when his next meal was coming. He missed his room. He missed Sister playing with his hair. He missed Father talking with him about whatever he wanted. But it wouldn't be there if he ever managed to get back. It was gone...
Duo lifted his head just long enough to wipe his eyes before he buried his face against his knees again. He would just stay there until he calmed down enough to go back out.
Duo Maxwell || Gundam Wing: Episode Zero
This place. This was--Duo didn't have the words to describe just what was going on or where he was or how the hell he'd gotten there. One minute he was in an Alliance cell, overhearing some of the soldiers talking about how he made a deal with the devil. The next, he was riding around on a boat on these big white puffs ("Clouds," he reminded himself). It was just...weird as hell!
When the boat docked and he was finally able to get off the damn thing, the first thing given to him was a map. There were things marked on it, even a sort of "You are here!" thing where the docks were located. Duo didn't say anything to them, not even a thank you, and pulled his cap down over his eyes before taking off, his braid bouncing behind him. He didn't need a map! He could find things on his own! They didn't know him, what he had gone through, what he could do. Forget them!
He rounded a building corner as he threw the map behind him. Time to explore a bit.
Scenario 3:
So much for figuring things out on his own. Duo Maxwell had somehow gotten himself completely and utterly lost. Not that he was about to admit that to ANYONE. This place was just as big as the colony, so it shouldn't have been that big of a deal to get rid of his map.
Yeah, but he had lived his life on the colony. He had spent so many years learning the layout of the streets on his home colony. This was all...foreign. Different. New. He didn't know where a safe place to sleep was. He didn't know where to get food here. He could probably get away with picking pockets, but what good would that do? He thought he saw a food store a few streets back. Maybe he could take a few things.
The child in a cassock stopped in an alley and side as he leaned back against the building. He slid down to the ground, allowing himself to sit and bring his knees up to his chest. Hiding his face, he sniffled. He missed the Church. He missed not knowing when his next meal was coming. He missed his room. He missed Sister playing with his hair. He missed Father talking with him about whatever he wanted. But it wouldn't be there if he ever managed to get back. It was gone...
Duo lifted his head just long enough to wipe his eyes before he buried his face against his knees again. He would just stay there until he calmed down enough to go back out.