Outside Looking In (Closed, Laurel) | World Destiny
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
Rook watched from the rooftop of his makeshift home, while far off into the distance, the Radiant Garden reconstruction efforts waged onward. Everyday, progress was made, new buildings being developed, homes being restored. But Rook didn't want any of it.
This place was just too many bad memories. The fall of the civilization here was a quick one. Rook witnessed it all from the beginning. Going back to the heart of it all just seemed too soon to him. What was more, he kind of liked it out in the wastes, beyond the borders of the reconstruction. So far, at least. They would reach him in time, and whether he let himself be enveloped or he would move further out would have to wait to be seen.
The setting sun let a chilled wind slip. With it, Rook could feel the dissolution in the air around him. This would be a night meant for clearing out more Heartless from the shadows.
It had been a while since she had been in this city. That time, so many years ago, when she'd fled in the dark of night. The city was so different; whomever was in charge of reconstruction was doing their job well. Stretching, Laurel stood up and shrugged her bag onto her shoulder. It was time to find a place to sleep, maybe some food and a shower.
Attempting to navigate the streets, and failing, Laurel shuffled down various alleyways and roads. Even the layout of the city had changed since she'd left; or perhaps it was that she was loosing her memory of the place. Never the less, she was unable to find her way through the streets.
"This is downright embarrassing," She murmered to herself, eyeing the rooftops uneasily, "Someone like me getting lost in the city where I grew up. Next thing you'll know I'll be getting jumped. Jeez..."
Somehow she had ended up in the less developed part of the city, the part not yet touched and populated by whomever was reconstructing it. Blowing a lock of hair out of her face angrily, she shrugged her bag up a bit and surveyed the area. All she needed was a bit of shelter, nothing fancy. She never required much.
Rook heard the shuffling of feet on the streets below. Pulling his legs up to the roof with him, and crouched as he looked downward. He didn't see any moving shadows yet, but that didn't necessarily mean no Heartless.
There. He saw it: movement. And then paused. He saw... her? Rook growled, and instantly felt an anger reserved for those more contemptable than the Heartless.
"Laurel..." he snarled, his voice just above a whisper, before saying loud enough to be heard: "I thought you left..!"
She heard movement above her. She wasn't so old that she would let someone catch her unawares. With a flick of her wrist, she held a long bladed knife in her hand, held expertly from long years of practice. She looked up, the male's face darkened due to the sinking sun resting behind his head.
She heard her name, catching a flash of red hair. A slow, sly grin spread over her dirt smudged face. "Hullo Rook," She said, not untensing. She could literally feel the hostility radiating off of him. "It's been a while."
"Not long enough," he scowled, not caring how typical the answer sounded. "What's the matter? Didn't you get enough the last time I saw you? Or did you come back to steal whatever else I may have foraged?"
He stood from his crouched position, a tense, defensive stance. This was his home now. She would not take from it again. He felt like attacking her here and now, without further provocation. The chill in the air convinced him not to, and so he simply maintained his stare, fists clenched.
Laurel smirked as he rose, rolling her eyes. "Oh, stop. Such a welcome is undeserved," She said sarcastically, tucking her knife away. Hostility was to be expected, but she didn't mind it. He didn't scare her.
"Why don't you come down here so we can talk," She purred, pulling her tattered coat closer to her body. "Or better yet, invite the lady in. Its getting pretty chilly out and you never know when the heartless will show up, now do you?" Laurel grinned, eying the blue eyed, red haired man that had emerged from the boy she had once known. Ah, the years had been kind to him. He looked very much in shape, but not at all happy.
"Seclusion isn't good for you, Rooky," Laurel mused, "You were never one to live on your own. You thrive on company, no?"
It was very deserved, in Rook's eyes. try as she might, 'Finch' would get no warm welcome here. "I don't want to talk to you," he said, shaking his head and crossing his arms, "And I certainly don't want you inside my place, where you can pickpocket my things. Again. For all I care, you can sit outside all night and freeze to death."
He leapt from the roof, bending at the knees as he hit the ground to help relieve the shock of the impact through his body. He stepped up to her and gave her a once-over. "What do you care if I'm on my own? You were the one who made it that way, weren't you? That's no kind of company I need."
Laurel watched, bemused, as Rook looked her over. Licking her dry lips, she grinned. "You're so /harsh/ Rook," She said, folding her arms behind her back and rocking back and forth on her heels. That was what confused most people about Laurel; she seemed so innocent, like a little girl. Anyone who knew her knew she was anything but. Potty-mouthed with a sharp temper and a tendency to maim things when she got angry, Laurel was as misleading as they came.
Blowing her fringe of bangs out of her face, the petite young woman looked up at the darkening sky. "Hum... I suppose if you're not going to let me it I'm going to have to go find someone else to take advantage of." She said with that trademark sarcasm, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
Rook wasn't going to play this game. Not again. He was dumb and naive the first time he had crossed her path. It wasn't something he wanted to do a second time. Lonely or not, hers was not the company he was looking for.
"You're not helping your case any," Rook sighed, turning around and towards the front door of his makeshift shanty. "Go on then, find someone else to use and leave behind. And don't be too offended if I pray that they don't end up caring about you like I did..."
Laurel frowned, staring after Rook with her big blue eyes. "Guess it can't be helped," She murmered, shrugging her bag back up onto her shoulder and shuffling off into the night. Not one of her brightest moves. It began to rain, soaking her through. Muttering the most profane words she knew, the girl turned heel and made her way back to the make shift hut.
"Rook," She called, huddling under a small overhang, whipping the rain from her face and shaking the rain out of her hair, "You really aren't so heartless that you'd leave me out here, are you?" Her voice struck a pitiful note.
Inside, Rook's small home was nothing more than a bed and a table and a firepit for cooking. There was a bit of space for more, but nothing that would fill the space was anything Rook had need for. Shelter, food, place to sleep. It was enough. And though it had been a short time since he had left Laurel outside on her own, he still laid on his bed, above the covers, knowing she would come back.
Once he heard her call, he immidiately looked over to the bedside table, and to the deck of cards in their box that rested beside him. "What do you say? Think I should?"
The deck of cards said nothing back.
Rook sighed. "You used to say more," he said, lowering his chin to his chest and giving a solemn stare at his feet. He sat up and shook the cards out of their home. "Red suit, she comes in. Black suit, she stays outside to rot..."
He shuffled the cards, and drew one from the top...
A moment later, Rook opened the door, and gave Laurel a nod to come inside, "I find anything missing, this is gonna be a short stay. Got it?"
He motioned his arm across the small room; the firepit, the bed, and the table on which rested a deck of cards. And beside the deck of cards rested a face-side-up 7 of Clubs.
Laurel was actually surprised that Rook let her in. He wasn't the type to forgive and forget, but he also wasn't the type to let her freeze in the rain. Nodding solemnly, the girl in the bulky jacket slipped into the ramshackle shack.
Coughing, the girl set down her bag. She was soaked. Slipping out of her sodden jacket and waterlogged boots, she eyed Rook. "Thanks, I guess," She said as she settled down in the corner of the hut and rummaging through her bag for dry clothes. She had none. Shivering, she hugged herself, not even bothering to look at Rook. He'd given her shelter; there wasn't much else she could ask for.
Rook sat quietly for a long moment as Laurel shivered in the corner. with a frustrated sigh (aimed at himself) he pulled off his blue vest and tossed it to her. "Dry your hair," he told her, "And put these on..."
He reached into the solitary drawer in the bedside table's lower half, and pulled out his spare set of pants and red sleeveless shirt. Keeping them folded as he turned, he handed them to her, and turned away to give her a chance to get changed.
Laurel didn't have time enough to look up as the vest hit her in the face. She stared at it for a moment, then looked up at Rook. She took the other clothes she was offered, standing up to change. The girl had no shame and didn't really care whether or not Rook had turned before she stripped of her sodden t-shirt.
Whether or not it was natural or not, Laurel was incredibly skinny. When she lifted her arms above her head, her ribs and hip bones protruded beneath her skin. Slipping out of her pants, she quickly dressed herself in the warm clothes. It was almost comical; she looked like a little girl who was playing dress up in her dad's clothes. She had to hold the pants up, lest they fall back off of her amazingly slender frame. Slipping her belt off of her wet pants, she put it on, securing the pants around her hips.
Using the vest she'd been given to dry her hair, she carefully laid out her wet clothes to dry, making sure they were safe from any leaks. "That won't be nessecary," Laurel said in reference to the bed, "I can sleep on the floor."
"No, no," Rook replied, giving a quick look over his shoulder at her. He didn't turn, but he did move to the corner of the homestead, "I can take the floor. I've passed out here many times before. The bed gets old after a while..."
He sat down, taking off his shirt, and balling it up behind his head as he rested it against the wall. "I don't imagine you'd be one for talking," he assumed, "So, I won't be offended if you just go to sleep." His words held both a hint of anger, and deceptiveness.