[When he washes up on the beach, Atsushi's first thought is that this feels familiar. He distantly remembers the feeling of returning to his human form, which brings up memories of the last time he washed up on the beach. As his thoughts and feelings begin to settle, Atsushi can recalls two pasts: Hanging out with Kyouka and Lucy in Yokohama, laughing and having fun... and then a life here. In the Trench. With his family.
He quickly snaps out of his squidy daze and rushes to grab his clothes-- changing before the cold can get him,-- then scrambles towards the pier. His legs still feel wobbly from the change, but he's too stubborn to rest. There's something more important than being able to walk in a straight line.]
Usagi-chan? Makoto! [Atsushi stumbles to a stop when he nearly crashes into someone.] Excuse me? Do you know Usagi and Makoto? Are they still here?
(b) Image of Self
[Atsushi quickly realized that he had been gone for a few months... Which felt terrible. This is the second time that he's vanished and left his friends behind. The first time, he went from Deerington to the Trench: It was understandable that he was both physically and emotionally lost after that shift in locations. But this time is different. He's lived in the Trench before and he lived here long enough to memorize the layout.
The Trench being weird was kind of normal to begin with, but this is ridiculous. When he exits a shop, Atsushi finds that the once sensible streets have morphed into an architect's nightmare. The buildings are tall and twisty, the roads wind in too many directions, and his head is already spinning. Not wanting to deal with this BS on the day of his arrival, Atsushi turns around and tries to go back into the store... Only to find that this building has grown too and the doorknob is at least fifteen feet above his head.
Atsushi growls in annoyance.]
I know that I was gone for a while, but come on. No construction gets done this fast! [He glares at the doorknob, then looks down the road. Tightening his grip on the housewarming gift he just bought, Atsushi takes a step forward.] 'Welcome home,' I guess. [He sighs.] Let's get this over with.
[And he'll spend the next hour walking in circles. Please help.]
(c) A Good Night's Sleep
[Insomnia and Atsushi have never been a good mix. While he spends the first few days and nights acting relatively chipper, treating the insomnia as a chance to catch up on housework and refamiliarize himself with the Trench, the lack of sleep gradually begins to wear on him. And when the cracks begin to show, they show.
It gets harder to be cheerful and becomes impossible to block out his rising paranoia. He's already prone to seeing shadows of his past, but now he has a foreign fear gnawing on his consciousness: When he does finally sleep, he's not going to wake up. He might go back to Yokohama- Would that be bad? Would that be better? He's trying not to question it, but he has too many waking hours to not think about everything.
This paranoia begins to turn into irritation. Atsushi feels like he's going to snap, so he spends his sleepless nights wandering the streets and trying to avoid people. Even during the day, Atsushi begins trying to isolate. As angry as he is, he doesn't want to snap at people. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, even if he's so annoyed that he can feel anger boiling in his blood. But it's stay awake and angry, or risk falling asleep and never waking up... It's hard to decide which is worse.
When he does cross paths with someone, Atsushi's first instinct is an angry snap:]
Get out of my way. [And then, hearing his own anger filled voice, he recoils and averts his gaze.] ... Sorry. That was rude. I'll get out of your way.
Atsushi Nakajima | Bungo Stray Dogs | Deer CRAU
[When he washes up on the beach, Atsushi's first thought is that this feels familiar. He distantly remembers the feeling of returning to his human form, which brings up memories of the last time he washed up on the beach. As his thoughts and feelings begin to settle, Atsushi can recalls two pasts: Hanging out with Kyouka and Lucy in Yokohama, laughing and having fun... and then a life here. In the Trench. With his family.
He quickly snaps out of his squidy daze and rushes to grab his clothes-- changing before the cold can get him,-- then scrambles towards the pier. His legs still feel wobbly from the change, but he's too stubborn to rest. There's something more important than being able to walk in a straight line.]
Usagi-chan? Makoto! [Atsushi stumbles to a stop when he nearly crashes into someone.] Excuse me? Do you know Usagi and Makoto? Are they still here?
(b) Image of Self
[Atsushi quickly realized that he had been gone for a few months... Which felt terrible. This is the second time that he's vanished and left his friends behind. The first time, he went from Deerington to the Trench: It was understandable that he was both physically and emotionally lost after that shift in locations. But this time is different. He's lived in the Trench before and he lived here long enough to memorize the layout.
The Trench being weird was kind of normal to begin with, but this is ridiculous. When he exits a shop, Atsushi finds that the once sensible streets have morphed into an architect's nightmare. The buildings are tall and twisty, the roads wind in too many directions, and his head is already spinning. Not wanting to deal with this BS on the day of his arrival, Atsushi turns around and tries to go back into the store... Only to find that this building has grown too and the doorknob is at least fifteen feet above his head.
Atsushi growls in annoyance.]
I know that I was gone for a while, but come on. No construction gets done this fast! [He glares at the doorknob, then looks down the road. Tightening his grip on the housewarming gift he just bought, Atsushi takes a step forward.] 'Welcome home,' I guess. [He sighs.] Let's get this over with.
[And he'll spend the next hour walking in circles. Please help.]
(c) A Good Night's Sleep
[Insomnia and Atsushi have never been a good mix. While he spends the first few days and nights acting relatively chipper, treating the insomnia as a chance to catch up on housework and refamiliarize himself with the Trench, the lack of sleep gradually begins to wear on him. And when the cracks begin to show, they show.
It gets harder to be cheerful and becomes impossible to block out his rising paranoia. He's already prone to seeing shadows of his past, but now he has a foreign fear gnawing on his consciousness: When he does finally sleep, he's not going to wake up. He might go back to Yokohama- Would that be bad? Would that be better? He's trying not to question it, but he has too many waking hours to not think about everything.
This paranoia begins to turn into irritation. Atsushi feels like he's going to snap, so he spends his sleepless nights wandering the streets and trying to avoid people. Even during the day, Atsushi begins trying to isolate. As angry as he is, he doesn't want to snap at people. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, even if he's so annoyed that he can feel anger boiling in his blood. But it's stay awake and angry, or risk falling asleep and never waking up... It's hard to decide which is worse.
When he does cross paths with someone, Atsushi's first instinct is an angry snap:]
Get out of my way. [And then, hearing his own anger filled voice, he recoils and averts his gaze.] ... Sorry. That was rude. I'll get out of your way.