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†01「Locked to 336 Brady」

[Waking up in a bed in a room full of things he didn't recognize, clothes he didn't remember owning, in a place he didn't know: left Hope in a of a state of panic. The last thing he remembered was jumping down from an airship onto a race track, following after his friends to infiltrate Eden. Thinking about it now, he couldn't even remember landing on his feet after the leap. What stood out most to the young teen though in his fleet of uncertainty was his left wrist, which was no longer branded with the mark of a l'Cie.]

Hello?? Is anyone there?? [He'll call out into the home, cautiously going down the hall with a bat, which he found in 'his' room, at hand.]

†02「Phone」Morning

[The phone in Hope's new home was very different from the phones he was used to, but after a little bit of investigation and time to calm down he's decided to use it and try to contact his friends.]

This calls out to everyone, so uh, can someone tell me how I got here. This is place is called Mayfield isn't it....? I'm... I'm looking for some people too.

†03「Action」

A 「Streets of Mayfield」Afternoon

[After determining his 'fake home' was the last place he wanted to be: Hope went to the streets exploring. So where ever you are, regardless of what you might happen to be doing; you might see a small young teen wandering around. He doesn't seem exactly sure about talking to others, but he is rather interested in the homes and vehicles he keeps passing. He might even stop in front of the one in your driveway or just outside your home or shop and start fiddling with it.]

B 「At the Park」Evening

[He didn't know anyone, didn't recognize anything in the town, really the park was just one more brand new place he would have to familiarize himself with. Probably the only consoling aspect of the play ground was that it didn't have pictures of him and some random family hanging around the walls.

It's getting dark out though, and he wasn't exactly sure how to get back to where he started.]

... I guess it's not like I haven't slept outside before.

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[Wait. Er. What. Crap. This is Roxas opening and closing his hand several times over as if he was about to start a sentence. But words, what are those?]

...Ah, well...uhm... [What are you suppose to say to that? Was there even something you could say to that?]

[No, he was pretty sure there wasn't. So instead he'll just... put a tentative hand on your shoulder.]

Not remembering that is a bit of a problem, yeah. Do you know your home phone number?

...S-sorry. It's kinda messed up. [The puppet show might not have been necessary, but Hope got the picture. He mirror's Roxas's uncertain look, shifting again as the other places a hand on his shoulder. ]

No... now that I think about. I remember my house number though. 336.

No, it's... [Well, it's not okay, but, maybe it could be eventually?] fine.

336? [He'll just take his hand off your shoulder now, kay?] Hmn. Well... I think the 300s are on Miller Street and Brady...

[All that reconnaissance was finally coming in handy.]

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[There was definitely a bit of an awkward silence between the two as they moved to the topic of exactly where Hope lived.

He brightens up a little though when Roxas mentions some familiarity with the area.]

Really? Is that near by? [Don't mind Hope here, he's mentally kicking himself for neglecting to take down this kind of information before leaving his home.

Though it wasn't like he exactly wanted to be there, or anywhere in this messed up town.]

[Roxas was just going to pretend that awkward silence thing didn't happen. Because. Um. They just met.]

Yeah, they're not to far from here... I could show you if you wanted...?

[Whatever works.]

... I'd... really appreciate it if you did. [Because he really did not have his heart set on that bench.]

Not a problem. [He shrugs.] So, uh, you new here, then? [If he wasn't it'd be embarrassing that he couldn't find his own house.]

Yeah-I just 'got here' today. [He sighs, thinking back to how alone he really was. Without any of his friends or hints that his father was here-it took all that he had not to let himself get overwhelmed with the grief of it.]

I woke up ... in this house with a bunch of people i didn't know all claiming to be my family. [His expression will darken, but wherever Roxas leads Hope will follow.]

[Roxas continues walking, while listening to the guy. Seems like he was taking it pretty hard... Roxas had the benefit of having run away from home. Mayfield had helped keep him away those problems... but it sounded like he... wasn't as lucky.

It's kinda weird, right? How they have pictures and stuff of you, things that's never happened?

Well... At least you're not the only one. It's the same for all of us. So... you're not alone?

[Hope was a wanted 'criminal' by his government's judgment but it didn't make him any less of a homesick kid.]

Mm...Hey, how did you get here?

One minute I'm falling unconscious from a fight in my world, next I wake up in a bed here. [ He shrugs. ]

I think that's the same for everyone too. Just waking up here, strange room, strange cloths, even weirder pictures...

I was running with some of my friends, I looked away for one second, and then... here I am.

My head doesn't hurt though-or anything.

I guess, y'know, with nothing else to disprove what everyone's said it has to be true but, it's so weird...[Rounding the corner, they should be close to Brady soon!]

Well, I'm used to traveling to different worlds... but I've never been kidnapped to one. Or stuck there.

It's kinda hard to swallow... but... it helps if you just view it as a break from... whatever it was you were doing where you came from. I mean, we're stuck here anyway, right? So... better to just roll with the punches.

[ As they come up to it Roxas motions towards the Brady street sign.]

Different worlds?? [He is staring at you Rocas. Because what. ]

Right I understand... Still I think it'll take me a bit to get used to it. [Being alone... was not going to be an easy thing for him to swallow.]

Thanks, for bringing me this far.

Yeah... There's a lot of them out there, and this place goes out of it's way to prove it. [Said so casually, with a shrug.]

Hey, not a problem. And uh, if you need anything, feel free to, uh, call, or something, okay?

[Raising an eyebrow.]
I guess so.

...[A small pause.] Who would, I ask for-I mean-what's your name?

[ Blink...blinkblink. Aw. Right. Introductions... Inwardly face-palming.]

Right. That might help. The name's Roxas, nice to meet you- [He pauses, leaving you a blank to fill.]

Hope. Hope Estheim. [He smiles weakly.]

I'll see you around, right?

Yeah Hope, catch you later. [He gives him a grin, hopefully the guy would get adjusted to this place quickly.]

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