Main Room (Young Aichi)
-Aichi nods. All he can really do is wait until his mom finds him...-
-...or until he somehow shows up back home again.-
"Yeah... I need to be patient, right?"
-Like when his mom would bake cookies and tell him he couldn't have any until they cooled down.-
-...And not until after dinner.-
edited 6th Apr '18 6:04:47 PM by CrystalMemoria
Upstairs, Darkened Bedroom
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-Dreams of piledrivers and dropkicks and world-class bouts yet to come were cruelly, rudely cut short, as the Rainmaker lie in bed, staring a hole through the ceiling, suddenly awakened.-
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-The room was dark, and dim. But as he lie there, facing the heavens, wrapped up in his blankets and sheets like the world's most talented and handsome sushi roll, he could feel in his heart something was wrong.-
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-This was not the room he went to bed in. This was not the bed he fell asleep in. This was not the wooden railing he rested his head against. He did not smell the fine, rare mahogany of his immaculately cut railing, in his gorgeous king-sized bed, in his spacious, candle-lit room, in his million-dollar mansion. No, this smelled of cheap, amateur-hour oak. The whole room stunk of Humility and Efficiency. This was a bedroom for The Poor.-
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-His brow furrowed in disgust. Something was wrong. He was not supposed to be in some dingy hotel room, he was supposed to be home, fresh off his latest title defense, resting his wounded body. Was this a ruse? Was this some prank played on him by his CHAOS compatriots? Or a kidnapping? He couldn't blame them for taking him hostage, considering his enormous net worth, but he would have preferred an intimidating, dark dungeon over this morose, plain bedroom. These kidnappers had absolutely no class.-
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-He would solve this matter himself. Taking great care to unwrap himself from his patented Maximum Comfort Strong-Style Sushi Bedroll, the world champion rose to his feet, and stepped off the bed. He would give his captors a sound thrashing, call for a ride home, and fire Gedo. A simple, straightforward plan.-
edited 6th Apr '18 7:33:34 PM by MacDuffy
Kitchen
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-The Rainmaker's dogged pursuit of his supposed captors had borne little fruit. He had yet to encounter another soul in his search for someone to beat up, and was feeling a growing frustration. This building's layout made very little sense to him: why make the upstairs hallway so needlessly long? The building couldn't possibly occupy thousands, there was no need to have so many empty, unused bedrooms.-
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-His efforts were not completely in vain, however. Upon finding the stairs, he had discovered a kitchen with a well-stocked fridge. He made himself a ham sandwich. It was no filet mignon, or In-N-Out Hamburger, but it would serve to nourish him.-
.....-munch munch-...
edited 7th Apr '18 11:12:49 AM by MacDuffy

<... Ah.>
<Well, we'll all find our way home someday... Some sooner than others.>
Deer