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niteo_logs2010-03-09 02:26 am
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You don't take a photograph.
Characters: Aoyagi, Ritsuka, Espedon, Uchiha Sasuke, Dimitri Giroux, Open
When: March 9th, early moring
Where: Outside the apartmets
Rating: TBD
Summary: Ritsuka wants to explore and take some pictures, and perhaps meet some of his neighbors
Soubi wouldn't be happy with him for going out on his own, but he couldn't sleep, and his Fighter had looked so content with his face lax like that. He wandered about the room for a bit, watching the sun rise with interest, setting a light glow on his face. It might be strange here, but in the light of a new day it was kind of beautiful. A sad kind of beauty that he couldn't quite explain, but not quite as frightening as it had seemed before.
His eyes had drifted to his bag, and after writing a quick note for Soubi (though he hardly needed, he could find him no matter where he was) he shrugged on his coat and grabbed his camera, making his way out of the apartment and out into the grounds surrounding it.
With quiet steps he explored with little aim to his wandering, letting his feet carry them where they would, snapping pictures here and there.
When: March 9th, early moring
Where: Outside the apartmets
Rating: TBD
Summary: Ritsuka wants to explore and take some pictures, and perhaps meet some of his neighbors
Soubi wouldn't be happy with him for going out on his own, but he couldn't sleep, and his Fighter had looked so content with his face lax like that. He wandered about the room for a bit, watching the sun rise with interest, setting a light glow on his face. It might be strange here, but in the light of a new day it was kind of beautiful. A sad kind of beauty that he couldn't quite explain, but not quite as frightening as it had seemed before.
His eyes had drifted to his bag, and after writing a quick note for Soubi (though he hardly needed, he could find him no matter where he was) he shrugged on his coat and grabbed his camera, making his way out of the apartment and out into the grounds surrounding it.
With quiet steps he explored with little aim to his wandering, letting his feet carry them where they would, snapping pictures here and there.