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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 11:16 pm
The Empty Lot Where everyone who needs to duel goes to
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:15 pm
Ryouga clenched his fist around a dirty, worn out map. He looked as if he hadn't taken a bath in days. Or even slept inside a house, for that matter. His usual bright, clean, yellow bandana and shirt had faded to a dingy brown. There was a smear of unknown substane on his cheek, and pants were ripped at the knee.
"N-Nerima?" he said, hopefully. It seemed that this particular lot had a sense of familarity about it. Or, at least, the wall that had several body impressions, some of which his own, did. He gave a faint, weary smile. Perhaps his efforts were not in vain. He did seem to be getting better with the whole getting lost thing. It had only taken him two days to find it this time. He tried to ignore the fact that he hadn't slept or stopped to eat in either of those two days, and he'd just been running the entire time.
An ambush of orange leaves danced around his feet, as if they were trying to brighten his mood. Realizing they'd failed, they floated up and away, into an autumn sunset.
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