Sasuke Sagami (
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seaofhearts2016-01-04 11:42 pm
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1st Report
[A]
[Immediately after leaving his cottage, Sasuke's eyes settle on the symbols on the mailboxes, taking in the different pictures. They're obviously markers of some sort - something he files away in the back of his mind right away, along with the pictures and their general order.
Although... one in particular bothers him. He stares for a moment at his own mailbox with a small frown.
He knows why it's a lock. He would have to be stupid not to. What's disturbing is that whoever created this world knew enough about him to choose a lock in the first place. In a strange place like this, there's no way it could possibly be coincidence.
...He doesn't like this place. Not one bit.]
[B]
[So naturally, the best solution is to find himself a nice tall tree and climb it.
He looks right at home on his perch up there, one hand hanging onto the trunk for support, his feet resting sturdily on a branch thick enough to hold his weight. He gazes out as far as the eye can see, turning slowly turning to get a view of the entire island. He doesn't exactly blend; his white fleece pullover sort of stands out against the brown and the green. But it isn't as though he's making very much noise up there, either.
You may have to call out to catch his attention. Hopefully he's secure enough not to fall out of surprise or anything.]
[Immediately after leaving his cottage, Sasuke's eyes settle on the symbols on the mailboxes, taking in the different pictures. They're obviously markers of some sort - something he files away in the back of his mind right away, along with the pictures and their general order.
Although... one in particular bothers him. He stares for a moment at his own mailbox with a small frown.
He knows why it's a lock. He would have to be stupid not to. What's disturbing is that whoever created this world knew enough about him to choose a lock in the first place. In a strange place like this, there's no way it could possibly be coincidence.
...He doesn't like this place. Not one bit.]
[B]
[So naturally, the best solution is to find himself a nice tall tree and climb it.
He looks right at home on his perch up there, one hand hanging onto the trunk for support, his feet resting sturdily on a branch thick enough to hold his weight. He gazes out as far as the eye can see, turning slowly turning to get a view of the entire island. He doesn't exactly blend; his white fleece pullover sort of stands out against the brown and the green. But it isn't as though he's making very much noise up there, either.
You may have to call out to catch his attention. Hopefully he's secure enough not to fall out of surprise or anything.]