001 ➥ action.

[crossespurpose.livejournal.com]

[Eyes drift down to his paper then back up again. Steps are quiet and hesitant but he is out walking around and that is a stride in itself. Brows knitted together in a obvious look of confusion and lingering stress which loosens slightly as he exhales quietly. The words upon the parchment did little to explain the entirety of the situation and he was mildly desperate for more information. He figured that the letter was supposed to give the basic premise, but certainly didn’t dive under the surface of the issue and certainly didn’t stop his heart from beating rapidly within his chest.

Shoving it into his pocket as he walked around, his eyes searched around, pausing to look at the architecture that he came across, lips parted by the impressive design but it didn’t remove his thoughts from the situation at hand. His wandering had a purpose, he was in hopes of finding someone, anyone that could help, and preferably anyone with a familiar face. The thought alone caused his steps to pick up their pace and his eyes to look around a little more quickly, less inclined to marvel at the surrounding area, something that seemed more out of a fictional film than reality.

Quietly thankful that he still remained with his talents from home, despite the note of caution it was one of the thoughts that was stopping him from falling into a complete and utter panic attack, reverting back to the mental state he was a year ago.

He can be found here and there--until he finally stops and finds a seat, running his hands through his hair with a sigh--what to do?]

Comments

[crossespurpose.livejournal.com]

I can't think of any right now, but they sometimes when people are scared, they act badly because it's all they know how to do. [And maybe that's the visits to the mental hospital talking, listening to doctors to long while staring off into space wanting out.]

I'll keep that in mind though--that nothing else matters, that is.

[worthyheir]

Well, yes, that I can understand, but why bring in this many people? It's excessive. Not to mention most of them are utterly useless...

There's someone here that looks just like me, slightly taller. Don't confuse the two of us, we're nothing alike.

[crossespurpose.livejournal.com]

They can't all be useless. [He frowns slightly.]

Wait--he looks exactly like you? How is that possible?

[worthyheir]

A large number of them are. They'd rather go shopping or read comic books than do anything of value.

He's taller than me, but yes. It's an alternate universe thing.

[crossespurpose.livejournal.com]

What of value is there to do? I mean--don't some people need a break from studying all the time? [Arching an eyebrow he looks around.]

So is he older than you then?

[worthyheir]

Train, study, familiarize themselves with their new surroundings...

I suppose so. There's something here called Time Compression that messes with the concept of linear time.

[crossespurpose.livejournal.com]

That all makes sense. I mean--this place isn't Gotham but it's pretty big.

That--still doesn't make any sense but I'll just nod my head and figure it out later, yeah? [There is a small smile despite his nervousness.]

[worthyheir]

The Garden is relatively small, but we are on a completely unfamiliar, inexplicably unnamed planet.

It's probably for the best.