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paradisa2012-10-18 04:08 pm
pharaohlighting) wrote in paradisa2012-10-18 04:08 pm
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fifty-seventh labyrinth
[There is a boy sleeping on the couch of the lobby, curled with his face tucked into the corner, long flame-red hair falling wild around his shoulders. He sighs sleepily, snuggling for a moment against the arm of the couch before open his eyes and...freezing.
He didn't remember falling asleep somewhere other than his bed, but there was the possibility that he'd simply lost track of where he was in a haze of phoenix. Lorenzo wouldn't be pleased, if was the case. He should probably get back to his room
Slowly, he sat up and looked around. He was clad only in trousers and an over-large, dingy blouse that hangs off of one shoulder and shows a few ugly scars scrawling there way over the skin of his back.
No, this definitely wasn't the Shining Tiger. As much as it liked to pretend at opulence, it's paste-jewels and thinning brocade couldn't stand up to close scrutiny. Wherever he was, was genuinely high-class. His first thought was the Mirador, but all he knew of that place was there was no windows that would allow this amount of light to fill it a room of this size. Unless it was magic, maybe. His second thought was maybe he'd been sold off to a noble, but he couldn't exactly remember that happening. Couldn't have taken enough phoenix to forget that could he?
And that put him right back to hocus stuff. Powers.]
Vincent...you there? Lorenzo?
[His voice is light and obviously young. Not quite a teenager, maybe, heavy with a southern style accent, and very lightly scared.]
...Anybody?
((ooc: Loss start!. Have at kid!Felix))
He didn't remember falling asleep somewhere other than his bed, but there was the possibility that he'd simply lost track of where he was in a haze of phoenix. Lorenzo wouldn't be pleased, if was the case. He should probably get back to his room
Slowly, he sat up and looked around. He was clad only in trousers and an over-large, dingy blouse that hangs off of one shoulder and shows a few ugly scars scrawling there way over the skin of his back.
No, this definitely wasn't the Shining Tiger. As much as it liked to pretend at opulence, it's paste-jewels and thinning brocade couldn't stand up to close scrutiny. Wherever he was, was genuinely high-class. His first thought was the Mirador, but all he knew of that place was there was no windows that would allow this amount of light to fill it a room of this size. Unless it was magic, maybe. His second thought was maybe he'd been sold off to a noble, but he couldn't exactly remember that happening. Couldn't have taken enough phoenix to forget that could he?
And that put him right back to hocus stuff. Powers.]
Vincent...you there? Lorenzo?
[His voice is light and obviously young. Not quite a teenager, maybe, heavy with a southern style accent, and very lightly scared.]
...Anybody?
((ooc: Loss start!. Have at kid!Felix))
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