Locke as he walked through Balamb, he needed to rouse up some people to help Firion, since the poster's didn't work as well as they had hoped. This town was pretty nice, nice enough that Locke actually thought about moving here. Granted he didn't have a gil to his name right now, treasure hunter not being the most lucractive job.
He turned the corner, moving away from the shadows of the building into the blinding sun, shifting his bandanna so it shaded his eyes, he kept walking, thinking about the recent days. The fall of Fynn, the meeting of the girl who resembled Rachel so much, and then his subsequent meeting with Rikku and Krile. They seemed nice enough. He hoped Krile got to Eshtar.
However, being lost in one's thougths is a good way to get hit by something, and that is what happened to Locke. However the something wasn't anything dangeours, just a blonde boy on a skateboard. Locke fell to the ground as he gasped
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Date: 2010-02-24 01:42 am (UTC)He turned the corner, moving away from the shadows of the building into the blinding sun, shifting his bandanna so it shaded his eyes, he kept walking, thinking about the recent days. The fall of Fynn, the meeting of the girl who resembled Rachel so much, and then his subsequent meeting with Rikku and Krile. They seemed nice enough. He hoped Krile got to Eshtar.
However, being lost in one's thougths is a good way to get hit by something, and that is what happened to Locke. However the something wasn't anything dangeours, just a blonde boy on a skateboard. Locke fell to the ground as he gasped