[there's a boy with spiraled, blond hair in what looks like a sports uniform standing with his foot on a skateboard at one end of a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. he is shouldering a black duffle bag, held in one hand, with the other gripped around a lacrosse stick. his uniform is grass-stained, and he has a bandage on his cheek, where the small edges of a strawberry scrape peeks through.
as the light changes and he crosses the road, a careless driver doesn't seem to notice, and is headed for him at full speed. his head swivels, his lacrosse stick falls from his hand, and it's much too late for him to dive away.
save him, or watch the oncoming disaster? it's your choice.]
[option b: video]
[there is a small shuffling, a blackness over the screen, and then a red-pink smudge. then roxas moves his thumb away from the camera. he's silent, blinking, and then furrows his brows at the screen of his phone. (the screen, not the camera. he doesn't seem to know that's there at all.)]
[someone told him he could use this to communicate with the other people here, and possibly find someone he knows. too bad these don't come with instruction manuals. his eyes narrow, and his voice is suddenly faraway.]
How can I be here? Is this another simulation? ...Xehanort?
[he studies the cell phone a little more, presses a few more buttons, and the feed cuts.]
roxas | kingdom hearts
[there's a boy with spiraled, blond hair in what looks like a sports uniform standing with his foot on a skateboard at one end of a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. he is shouldering a black duffle bag, held in one hand, with the other gripped around a lacrosse stick. his uniform is grass-stained, and he has a bandage on his cheek, where the small edges of a strawberry scrape peeks through.
as the light changes and he crosses the road, a careless driver doesn't seem to notice, and is headed for him at full speed. his head swivels, his lacrosse stick falls from his hand, and it's much too late for him to dive away.
save him, or watch the oncoming disaster? it's your choice.]
[option b: video]
[there is a small shuffling, a blackness over the screen, and then a red-pink smudge. then roxas moves his thumb away from the camera. he's silent, blinking, and then furrows his brows at the screen of his phone. (the screen, not the camera. he doesn't seem to know that's there at all.)]
Hello? [he calls out onto the screen, as if the camera is hard of hearing.] Sora? Axel? Naminé?
[someone told him he could use this to communicate with the other people here, and possibly find someone he knows. too bad these don't come with instruction manuals. his eyes narrow, and his voice is suddenly faraway.]
How can I be here? Is this another simulation? ...Xehanort?
[he studies the cell phone a little more, presses a few more buttons, and the feed cuts.]
[option c: wildcard]
[do whatever you want with roxas! go crazy!!]