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Fortieth Flame - [Written/Action]
Jun. 19th, 2011 04:02 pm[Taichi is currently up in his tree house. Yes, the same tree house he created years ago. He's sitting in the middle of it, surrounded by his usual favorites. Comics, manga, junk food, pillows, drawings of the Digimon...
...and yet, he's finding himself not quite as satisfied as usual. No, the longer he stays in the tree house, the...lamer it actually becomes. It's not a new feeling, but being alone and surrounded by everything really puts it into perspective. This seemed a lot cooler when he first arrived to Luceti; it was a place to hide out, spy on the village and pretend he was a ninja. But the comics have been read, the junk food is old, and without people to throw the pillows at they were just taking up space.
He flops over onto his back to stare at the ceiling, stretching his legs out. His toes hit the wall of the tree house though and his knees end up bending awkwardly. He shifts to sit up a little, trying to accommodate his body the extra space. He grumbles, laying back again and just pulling his feet in to bend his knees entirely. Fine. Stupid legs. Normally it's not a big deal and he can ignore it, but today it's kind of uncomfortable. He grabs his journal and opens it, flipping through it to see what's going on. He debates verbally speaking to the village, but decides against it, grabbing a pen and scrawling out a message.]
I wonder how weird it's going to be going home after all this time.
My voice sounds really stupid lately.
I wish Yamato was here so it wasn't just me. Or even Haruki to lie and say it gets easier.
I don't know if I just outgrew things or I'm depressed. But I don't get depressed.
You'd think I'd be growing some facial hair or something by now.
...hey. I've got a huge stash of comic books and manga up here if anybody wants them. I don't think I need them anymore.
Other than that? I've got nothin'.
[ooc: strikes are about half-readable.]
...and yet, he's finding himself not quite as satisfied as usual. No, the longer he stays in the tree house, the...lamer it actually becomes. It's not a new feeling, but being alone and surrounded by everything really puts it into perspective. This seemed a lot cooler when he first arrived to Luceti; it was a place to hide out, spy on the village and pretend he was a ninja. But the comics have been read, the junk food is old, and without people to throw the pillows at they were just taking up space.
He flops over onto his back to stare at the ceiling, stretching his legs out. His toes hit the wall of the tree house though and his knees end up bending awkwardly. He shifts to sit up a little, trying to accommodate his body the extra space. He grumbles, laying back again and just pulling his feet in to bend his knees entirely. Fine. Stupid legs. Normally it's not a big deal and he can ignore it, but today it's kind of uncomfortable. He grabs his journal and opens it, flipping through it to see what's going on. He debates verbally speaking to the village, but decides against it, grabbing a pen and scrawling out a message.]
My voice sounds really stupid lately.
I wish Yamato was here so it wasn't just me. Or even Haruki to lie and say it gets easier.
I don't know if I just outgrew things or I'm depressed. But I don't get depressed.
You'd think I'd be growing some facial hair or something by now.
...hey. I've got a huge stash of comic books and manga up here if anybody wants them. I don't think I need them anymore.
Other than that? I've got nothin'.
[ooc: strikes are about half-readable.]
