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34th step: Little boy lost
May. 23rd, 2010 03:45 pm[The feed clicks on when the PCD is tossed aside in disinterest by its user, probably because it isn't any good to eat.
Its user is, at the moment, a pale, malnourished adolescent - maybe fifteen - who moves with predatory purpose, examining his surroundings. He looks in desperate need of a hot meal, a full night's sleep, and maybe a haircut. But probably not a hug. He is holding a long pole whittled down to make a functional spear, and passes it from hand to hand every few minutes, moved by restless energy.
A few minutes' looking around later, though, that energy seems to desert him, all at once like a physical blow. With a long, quiet sigh, he crouches down next to the nearest wall and puts his hands down on his arms. His voice, when he speaks, sounds older than his appearance suggests.]
It doesn't matter. Across the border, all places are the same...
((OOC: No teen icons. Cope. No Ads memories either. Might age him further down as the week goes if I feel like it.))
Its user is, at the moment, a pale, malnourished adolescent - maybe fifteen - who moves with predatory purpose, examining his surroundings. He looks in desperate need of a hot meal, a full night's sleep, and maybe a haircut. But probably not a hug. He is holding a long pole whittled down to make a functional spear, and passes it from hand to hand every few minutes, moved by restless energy.
A few minutes' looking around later, though, that energy seems to desert him, all at once like a physical blow. With a long, quiet sigh, he crouches down next to the nearest wall and puts his hands down on his arms. His voice, when he speaks, sounds older than his appearance suggests.]
It doesn't matter. Across the border, all places are the same...
((OOC: No teen icons. Cope. No Ads memories either. Might age him further down as the week goes if I feel like it.))
