endlessvoid (endlessvoid) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-06-27 10:43:00 |
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Current mood: | pensive |
excecutive sucess, yes, yes, yes [ACTIVE]
Who: Sora 'Nike' Takeuchi (endlessvoid) and Grell Sutcliff (grell)
What: Tree Nike gettin' not so tree'd.
When: Last night sometime, probably.
Where: A 2020
Warnings: Grell and Nike D| what do you think
The branches, unmistakably that of a redwood, large, powerful, reaching up for a sky just there. The flora drew down to a set of arms, and finally a face, captured in bark. His expression was resigned; the man figured SOMEONE would fix him sooner or later, just putting his trust in Sora and whomever else he could get to care. He had a lot of time to think in this form, seeing as he could do naught else other than watch his twin drag away Kilik, stupid pink tree, and leave the antidote. He was gonna come back, right? ...The man hated this, being helpless. Like when immobilized in those plastic wombs in Trophaeum, the world could be viewed but not interacted with. All those cross-marked eyes could do was watch. And wait. And think.
He had figured out he could let some of the leaves rustle, though, and feel the wind through those upper branches. The cool touch of the sky, it was at least a little more pleasant. He'd have to thank whomever busted up the roof, otherwise it'd be pretty cramped, considering all that focused growing. Watching, watching, waiting. Someone better come soon --of course they would. Sora wouldn't let him down.