桐生 義弥 「 Joshua 」 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thefolder2013-07-16 10:19 pm
whitefeather) wrote in thefolder2013-07-16 10:19 pm
「 ★ 」life is sorrowful, unbearable.
Who: Joshua, open.
What: Passing time while the castle event is going on.
When: July 16 - 20.
Where: Terminal Tokyo: Shinjuku Gyoen.
[Joshua was, as was becoming more of a frequent occurrence, within the Shinjuku gyoen, hands in pockets as he walked the surroundings. Unlike (seemingly) everyone else, the Composer had decided to hold back at the appearance of the castle - much to his Digimon's distress. Why? Well. For one, there seemed more than enough going to do what needed to be done. Two, there wasn't any point of looking for trouble. Not unless it did anything to further the odds of getting back.
His mood had declined quite dramatically since he'd found that he might be here for the long haul after all. It wasn't like his ride home was exactly that forthcoming with the goods - and he was finally starting to lose patience with this entire living ordeal. He'd noted that he'd actually grown four inches since arrival, and truthfully, it bothered him. It was a small, subconscious reminder which was always there - that he couldn't escape living. Not here. Of course he could break the same, tired circles that were all part of living with a single action. It was a simple enough thing - and the second time around, even simpler. Yet it wouldn't serve any purpose. And that was the entire point.
Not like how dark his thoughts currently were could be seen on his face. To anyone, the Composer looked quite cheerful as he walks between two rows of large willow trees, though he stopped rather suddenly when he heard footsteps.]
...
I do hope that's not you, Renamon.
What: Passing time while the castle event is going on.
When: July 16 - 20.
Where: Terminal Tokyo: Shinjuku Gyoen.
[Joshua was, as was becoming more of a frequent occurrence, within the Shinjuku gyoen, hands in pockets as he walked the surroundings. Unlike (seemingly) everyone else, the Composer had decided to hold back at the appearance of the castle - much to his Digimon's distress. Why? Well. For one, there seemed more than enough going to do what needed to be done. Two, there wasn't any point of looking for trouble. Not unless it did anything to further the odds of getting back.
His mood had declined quite dramatically since he'd found that he might be here for the long haul after all. It wasn't like his ride home was exactly that forthcoming with the goods - and he was finally starting to lose patience with this entire living ordeal. He'd noted that he'd actually grown four inches since arrival, and truthfully, it bothered him. It was a small, subconscious reminder which was always there - that he couldn't escape living. Not here. Of course he could break the same, tired circles that were all part of living with a single action. It was a simple enough thing - and the second time around, even simpler. Yet it wouldn't serve any purpose. And that was the entire point.
Not like how dark his thoughts currently were could be seen on his face. To anyone, the Composer looked quite cheerful as he walks between two rows of large willow trees, though he stopped rather suddenly when he heard footsteps.]
...
I do hope that's not you, Renamon.