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[contempsi]

[Hi, everyone. Remember that kid with a bit of a chip on his shoulder? The one who came through all that bereavement and strife to face his fears and confront his Fate head on and (insert ten-minute-long speech about coming up against the world and taking on Hell himself and... you know, stuff)?

The one who takes no nonsense (well, most of the time) and might secretly strive just a little to be just like the crotchety soldier woman who was just days ago ordering someone off their lawn?

Yeah, well, now he's sitting in the middle of the Plaza on his butt, SOBBING LOUDLY like a hysterical five-year-old and not caring who sees.

What do, citizens. What do.]


(ooc: Can apply to any day during the event if you wish. :] And uh. What trait of his have I amped up? Just his typical melodramatic tendencies. Nothing major. :') Haaave fuuuun.)

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[presumablyalone]

[Oh lord what. Seto notices the boy just sobbing in the middle of the plaza when he comes out of a store and runs over to him with a worried look on his face]

E-Excuse me?? A-Are you okay? Please don't cry!

[contempsi.livejournal.com]

No! [It's half-shrieked out through gritted teeth, palms slapping the ground at his feet.] No, I'm not okay! But you wouldn't understand... you wouldn't understand what it's like to be on death's door every day. Every waking moment of your life.

[presumablyalone]

[Oh but you're wrong on that] No, I do understand what that's like...trust me...

[He kneels down in front of him with a frown]