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Nov. 8th, 2006 | 01:19 am
posted by: beloved_sin in facadelogs

Characters: Yazoo; anyone else
When: Day 13; evening
Where: Outside a Dusk hotel
Warnings: None…
Summary: Yazoo, desperate for a place to sleep besides the ground and the few unpleasant benches he’s seen, stares longing up at the hotels.

Traveling between the Forgotten City and Midgar wasn’t easy; the trip usually took days on end, prompting Yazoo and his brothers to sleep outside more than a few times. It was safe to say, for that reason, that the silver haired man was used to sleeping in difficult conditions. But that didn’t mean that he enjoyed it in the slightest; in fact, when possible, Yazoo particularly enjoyed beds. Therefore, when in the middle of a city, he was determined not to sleep outside.

The clone had spent the better part of the day simply meandering around the metropolis he had found himself in, seeing the sights and attempting to find a way to the edge of the city. As it had begun to grow dark, however, Yazoo had decided that it would be wise to find a place to sleep – after all, he could continue looking around in the morning.

The first hotel that he had gone into had held a rather nasty shock. Yazoo had gone to one of the cheaper-looking hotels, on the off-chance that he didn’t have as much Gil as he thought, but when he did go to pay, the silver-haired man was shocked to find that he didn’t have any Gil at all.

With no way to possibly rent a room, and lost in the middle of a city with no one around to stay with, Yazoo had simply committed himself to looking around the city. At the moment, however, the silver-haired clone was staring at one of the better-looking hotels, reflecting that he’d been traveling for quite some time and, that, he could really use a shower.

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from: kurono_kei
date: Nov. 10th, 2006 03:05 pm (UTC)

Kei was getting used to the fact that this place was rather boring. Used to it, but not enjoying it. One would think he enjoyed days going by where he didn't have to worry about an alien owning his ass, but he just couldn't help that being here meant he wasn't getting anything done. And by all means he wasn't. Being a bell hop at a local hotel was not a lavishing life at all. There wasn't even school in this stupid city, and no school meant no school girls.

Girls, it was the only thing that kept him going sometimes. Even if he looked at them a bit differently from before. Especially after....

He shook those thoughts from his head has he continued on his way through the streets, looking for something interesting to do. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a very oddly dressed person looking rather lost. Kei felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple. Oh great, not another one.

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