http://dualstance.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dualstance.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2011-10-05 11:13 am

oo1。 watching, waiting for something

[ A city seemingly consumed by shadows, sparse light only provided from empty buildings and the occasional street lamp, unless one counts the neon lights that line some of the edges of said empty buildings. There are some piles of rubble, blocking a number of the streets and the only way around them is through the alleyways that contain even darker shadows that than the whole city itself. The sole reason for the shadows overtaking the city- a bright moon in the shape of a heart lighting the sky, partially blocked by a towering skyscraper that seems to be in the center of the city, shining like some sort of beacon for all to head towards.

And at the base of it stands a lone person dressed in a black coat with their hood drawn, not moving for the moment.

Perhaps the reason for said coat is the block out the rain that's falling, a harsh wind blowing once in awhile in tandem with the thoughts going through said person's mind. Or perhaps it holds another purpose. Whatever the reason, he doesn't seem to be moving from his spot anytime soon, gaze turned upward to the sky and possibly looking at the heart shaped moon. Or maybe the castle that can be barely seen at this vantage point.

But if one could see into his thoughts, questions whirl in almost chaos, unrest there as he tries to piece a puzzle together despite all the pieces not being there. Fragments are missing and he can only do so much before needing to go off and find the rest of them. But will this place offer said answers?

Why?

What's going on?

How did it get to be like this?

Where's Sora?


He doesn't know but he's hoping that it will.

Because he's tired of not knowing, of being left in the dark. He wants to know and he won't stop until he figures everything out.

First step is always the hardest though. ]

[identity profile] vacationisalie.livejournal.com 2011-10-09 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
This isn't either. But it is real.

[It takes a long time before they have dreams of their own, dreams that aren't just reflections and worries and base elements. Roxas thinks back to the very first dream he knew was just his own- a plain white room, with Sora's memories playing upon the walls. The only real thing that had been his own was a simple, black diary.]

[He had the sinking suspicion that this Roxas wasn't doing much better, right now. They'd never really had a support for...anything. So he would support himself.]


I know. But there's not a lot of answers to our questions.

[He raises a hand to his chin, thinking on it.]

If anything...I think I have more questions now than I did back then. Only one thing's really changed.

[identity profile] vacationisalie.livejournal.com 2011-10-13 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
Sora.

[He speaks it calmly, that one word, one name which means a myriad of things. Death, loss, agony, change, endings. He can't even begin to think what sort of effect it would have on the self he's facing down now, but it's certain it won't be the same reaction as himself.]

Everything's always started and ended with him, hasn't it? [And there has always been that question of why.]

[Why was Sora so important? Why could Sora do things that he couldn't? Why was Sora so much more important to everyone? Why couldn't anyone look at him and just see Roxas?]


He's even more clueless than we are. And if we were really meant to disappear...I wouldn't be talking to you.

[He looks around at the barren space, wondering if it was really worthwhile for him to still exist, at least when he'd been in this state.]

You're here. And you have the chance to help him. To help him find the answers we want.

You just need to take the chance.