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re_alignment_logs2012-09-18 08:19 pm
4_toteachus) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-09-18 08:19 pm
What is lost can't be found [open]
WHO: Four and everyone
WHERE: Junkpile
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Four searches for his family.
WARNINGS: Sad stitchpunk.
Everytime he heard something familiar, he felt hope. The longer and longer it took him to find the source, he felt the hope begin to die. This happened so many times that the tiny stitchpunk was emotionally exhausted by the time he flopped over a coffee can.
Day in and day out Four has searched for them. It was maddening how he would hear their small footsteps or hear their voices among the junk, but never be able to find them. It was like a terrible nightmare, where the faster and harder you try to catch something, the farther and farther away it got. Four couldn't give up though, not now not ever. His family had been everything to him, and he knew that they wouldn't give up if he was the one who was lost. Deep down inside it felt as if the soul fragment he had was twisting around until every movement he made felt painful. It hurt so much to love and miss them.
1 to protect us...
2 to inspire us...
3 to define us...
4 to teach us...
5 to guide us...
6 to lead us...
7 to defend us...
8 to guard us...
9 to save us.
He repeated this in his head until it gave him strength to stand up again to continue his search. They all had a purpose, they were together for a reason. They couldn't be separated now... Even though it hurt to do it, he knew they were still out there, somewhere.
Four was so tired...
WHERE: Junkpile
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Four searches for his family.
WARNINGS: Sad stitchpunk.
Everytime he heard something familiar, he felt hope. The longer and longer it took him to find the source, he felt the hope begin to die. This happened so many times that the tiny stitchpunk was emotionally exhausted by the time he flopped over a coffee can.
Day in and day out Four has searched for them. It was maddening how he would hear their small footsteps or hear their voices among the junk, but never be able to find them. It was like a terrible nightmare, where the faster and harder you try to catch something, the farther and farther away it got. Four couldn't give up though, not now not ever. His family had been everything to him, and he knew that they wouldn't give up if he was the one who was lost. Deep down inside it felt as if the soul fragment he had was twisting around until every movement he made felt painful. It hurt so much to love and miss them.
1 to protect us...
2 to inspire us...
3 to define us...
4 to teach us...
5 to guide us...
6 to lead us...
7 to defend us...
8 to guard us...
9 to save us.
He repeated this in his head until it gave him strength to stand up again to continue his search. They all had a purpose, they were together for a reason. They couldn't be separated now... Even though it hurt to do it, he knew they were still out there, somewhere.
Four was so tired...
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Thundercracker knew of technology capable of micro-sized devices, so he figured he had to ask before assuming anything. He nodded. Moving carefully, he found a place to sit down, then pulled a datapad from subspace, setting it on his lap. After a moment's consideration, he switched the setting from text to graphics, bring up a program that allowed one to draw, figuring that would be easier than the little thing hopping around on a keyboard where each key was bigger than his feet. His stylus was too big for the stitchpunk to wield, but Thundercracker managed to dig into the junk next to him and unearth an ancient television set, from which he snapped off the end of the antenna. He offered the bit of metal to Four. "It's set to draw on. You can use this to write."