Train Heartnet (Black Cat) (![]() ![]() @ 2009-02-26 08:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | cynical_techie, isthatusaladin, train_heartnet |
((Open to anyone))
A young man with ruffled brown hair stretched and yawned on what felt like a comfortable couch. He stopped in mid-yawn, and opened one yellow cat eye. This couch felt a little different from the one he was sleeping on before. Was he still at Sven's base, or what? Surely there wouldn't be movers showing up in between bounties like this. If so, why would there be? Even if this was the case, Sven would wake Train up and tell him to get off... And Eve--what about her? It would be not in the Princess's character to set him up like this.
As he was thinking about this, both eyes were open upon sitting up. His head darted left to right. The little golden-colored bell on the red choker around his neck went jingle-jingle as he did so. "Huh?" Feeling disturbed by his new surroundings--a dimly lit room with light gray walls, a small coffee table with a plate of cookies on it--he had not a clue as to what was going on.
Cautiously, he called out for his friends. "Sven? Princess?" He paused, yet all he got in reply was silence. He called for them once more, getting up from the red-brown leather couch.
Okay, take in a deep breath... Obviously, I'm not in Sven's base. So, where am I? How'd I get here, and... He glanced at the plate of chocolate chip cookies. Hey, those look homemade.
Unable to resist, he took one-okay, two-cookies and began to munch on one. Not bad, not at all. Who made these? At least he didn't seem to be in any place hostile. It didn't seem like he was being held against his will at all. This wasn't Creed Diskense's kind of thing. Knowing Creed, Train wouldn't wake up to a setting like this. The first thing he would've seen would be the face of his arch nemesis, grinning wickedly and yakking to Train once more on how he had a "great opportunity" to join him as a partner of the Apostles of the Star gang.
Once he ruled out that possibility, his cat eyes hardened on his best guess on what was happening. He sighed. It's just like her to set up these random things. Of course-the snack. Like a cat drawn to milk, his writer would leave the kind of bribe he couldn't say no to when introducing him to something new. She's done it before.
"Ha, ha. Very funny," he muttered, knowing that Mari was somewhere he couldn't see had overheard that. Alright, I guess I'll humor her. It could be worse otherwise.
With as much of a positive attitude he could muster, he headed for the open doorway out of the room, out into a hallway. He figured he might as well finish what he started eating. I'll save the other cookie for later. Yeah... He stored it into one of the meat patty storage compartments of his blue jacket, then called out a "Helloooo?" after he swallowed a third chocolately-goodness-bite.