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007 || {Video / Action} || BACKDATED to the 3rd, late morning.
[It's not cold at all - even in spite of the rain - but after a bit of shivering, disoriented wandering Hope will find himself stranded on the path, and even more confused than when he initially came around after being the unfortunate victim of routine experimentation.
He plops to his knees in the dirt before slipping in the haze and landing squarely on his butt, not caring at all for the muck that would inevitably stain his shorts.]
Ugh...
[With a groan, he first lifts a hand to wipe away the silvery bangs dripping in his eyes, then wraps both arms around himself with a shiver. The camera's view might catch a flash of chalk-white on the back of a wrist, stark even against his fair skin, if one were looking hard enough.
The journal's been recording all of this, but the boy doesn't seem to notice, drawing his knees up and resting his forehead against them.]
(ooc: Lightning and I think Gem are going to go find him, but anyone else is welcome to poke him through the journal too. :D)
He plops to his knees in the dirt before slipping in the haze and landing squarely on his butt, not caring at all for the muck that would inevitably stain his shorts.]
Ugh...
[With a groan, he first lifts a hand to wipe away the silvery bangs dripping in his eyes, then wraps both arms around himself with a shiver. The camera's view might catch a flash of chalk-white on the back of a wrist, stark even against his fair skin, if one were looking hard enough.
The journal's been recording all of this, but the boy doesn't seem to notice, drawing his knees up and resting his forehead against them.]
(ooc: Lightning and I think Gem are going to go find him, but anyone else is welcome to poke him through the journal too. :D)
[action!]
So it's been like... a few hours or days or something. I can't really tell.
[Hope continues to idly slosh his feet through the mud and grass, enjoying the squishing sounds the motions make. Doing so also happens to be coating his shoes almost entirely. That's going to be lovely, tracked through the house when they get there. If Lightning doesn't stop him first.]
Let's jump in that puddle over there...!
[. . . .]
[action!]
No, Hope.
[ She just continues pulling him along doggedly, not even looking in the direction of whatever has caught his attention. This is better than that one experiment not very long ago, she reminds herself. It could be worse. ]