Ritsuka Aoyagi (petitchaton) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2009-09-08 20:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | :action, fletcher tringham, ritsuka aoyagi |
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[ Ritsuka turned out to be thankful with his decision the previous night in contacting Lambo so he wouldn't have had to sleep alone his first night in Marina. If he had awoken the next morning in this situation alone, his anxiety probably would have up scaled more so than it had. No, of course he wasn't relaxed with a chain and steel ball attached to his ankle. And being ushered here and there among the many other prisoners. ]
[ That made him definitely uncomfortable in itself, having to be around so many people he didn't know. It was also unsettling for the small child to see that no one had similar furred ears and tail like he did. How strange. Sure, he had already met a few people who did not or had never had them, but it was still weird. That morning having sat in the cafeteria with the others, absently poking and stirring at his food but never taking a bite, Ritsuka had wordlessly looked around. It looked as if there had been some other children or teenagers, everyone seemed to be a good few inches or more taller than himself. He was pretty short for his age even. But even they didn't have the same feline-esque appendages that he had. ]
[ It wasn't uncommon for the violet-eyed child to feel alone, but he suddenly found himself feeling isolated, even among the sea of people stuck in the same situation. He felt completely unable to relate and detached; he hated it. With just a little milk, juice, or water -- whatever their drinks had been with their meals -- in his stomach, he was suddenly ushered out with the others to 'get some exercise', which he wasn't in the least interested bit in doing. ]
[ The boy had managed to find a way mostly to the back of the crowd, where he could more easily obscure himself among the taller prisoners. Still silent and keeping to himself, he hadn't noticed that a small patch of blood had appeared on the sleeve of his shirt. Of course, not noticing it, it was hard to say when. Last night? Moving through the crowd? Either way, he had rubbed his bandage under that sleeve the wrong way and reopened his wound. It was easy for him to miss, because his arm merely hurt in that dull throbbing sensation that was easy to overlook. ]
[ Staying close to the wall, he took a look around, before shifting down to sit on the floor, tail curling over his feet. ]