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Who: Sora
What: Sitting on the dock of the beach
When: A week or two after finding himself back home
Where: Destiny Islands
Interactions: Open
Warnings: None
With a dull thunk, the small boat met the dock piles holding up the pier connecting to the beach. Tying the rope from the boat onto the dock was so ingrained from his frequent trips to Destiny Islands that Sora was hardly aware that he was doing it until he was done. Even though the waves lapped at the small boat, he stood steady and balanced as he climbed out onto the pier. Dressed in his normal attire which of course included trunks since he had always been a beach kid, Sora looked back out to the ocean, not too far off in the distance he could barely see the shore that was within walking distance of his house. Shielding his eyes with his gloved hands he was able to freely observe the glittering golden sunlight that sparkled on the water, almost dancing with each movement made by the waves.
Giving a smile the brown haired youth reached down into the boat, taking the oar off the top off his back pack and hoisted it up onto the dock. After putting one strap on his shoulder he reached back down and grabbed the rolled up beach towel. It was soft and still warm from basking in the sun while he rowed his way over to the small island that had been his, Riku's, and Kairi's secret getaway for years. Both hands now full, his shoes made parts of the old pier creak every now and then. It didn't give way, instead just letting him know that it couldn't stay sturdy forever. When his shoes met the sand, briefly he wondered how his mother would rhetorically ask why he didn't just wear sandals instead of shoes and socks.
It was strange. He had been home for a while now, the house he grew up in with the parents who loved him and vice versa. But the journey that had been forced upon him and ripped him away from his home, that had forced him to see the darker side of his best friend and see his childhood crush practically comatose left it's scar upon him. Sure everything looked like it had always been, almost as if none of it had happened. But he still felt the same. Sora felt out of place, like he was living someone else's life. Was being a wielder of the keyblade supposed to feel like this? Constantly battling the heartless, stopping darkness at every turn. Was that all his life was supposed to be now?
Shaking his head to clear out his thoughts, the brown haired young man unrolled his beach towel in the air, setting it down onto the sand and sat down on it. Plotting his back pack next to him, he began to rummage through it.
What: Sitting on the dock of the beach
When: A week or two after finding himself back home
Where: Destiny Islands
Interactions: Open
Warnings: None
With a dull thunk, the small boat met the dock piles holding up the pier connecting to the beach. Tying the rope from the boat onto the dock was so ingrained from his frequent trips to Destiny Islands that Sora was hardly aware that he was doing it until he was done. Even though the waves lapped at the small boat, he stood steady and balanced as he climbed out onto the pier. Dressed in his normal attire which of course included trunks since he had always been a beach kid, Sora looked back out to the ocean, not too far off in the distance he could barely see the shore that was within walking distance of his house. Shielding his eyes with his gloved hands he was able to freely observe the glittering golden sunlight that sparkled on the water, almost dancing with each movement made by the waves.
Giving a smile the brown haired youth reached down into the boat, taking the oar off the top off his back pack and hoisted it up onto the dock. After putting one strap on his shoulder he reached back down and grabbed the rolled up beach towel. It was soft and still warm from basking in the sun while he rowed his way over to the small island that had been his, Riku's, and Kairi's secret getaway for years. Both hands now full, his shoes made parts of the old pier creak every now and then. It didn't give way, instead just letting him know that it couldn't stay sturdy forever. When his shoes met the sand, briefly he wondered how his mother would rhetorically ask why he didn't just wear sandals instead of shoes and socks.
It was strange. He had been home for a while now, the house he grew up in with the parents who loved him and vice versa. But the journey that had been forced upon him and ripped him away from his home, that had forced him to see the darker side of his best friend and see his childhood crush practically comatose left it's scar upon him. Sure everything looked like it had always been, almost as if none of it had happened. But he still felt the same. Sora felt out of place, like he was living someone else's life. Was being a wielder of the keyblade supposed to feel like this? Constantly battling the heartless, stopping darkness at every turn. Was that all his life was supposed to be now?
Shaking his head to clear out his thoughts, the brown haired young man unrolled his beach towel in the air, setting it down onto the sand and sat down on it. Plotting his back pack next to him, he began to rummage through it.
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Date: 2010-10-09 11:20 pm (UTC)His foot moved left to right as he looked over at Kairi. "So even though I'm supposed to be here at home, I feel like I know more about keyblades and heartless." his eyes widened in surprise. "And school, I haven't even thought about school. Do I just go back to that? I think I'm supposed to be graduated by now?" Before he hurt himself trying to do the math on the, he reached over and turned his backpack upside down so everything could fall out. Sunglasses, pair of shorts, sunglasses, and quite a few snacks. "Hungry?" he asked with a smile.