crossing_lostrp | [Kenzaki] Meeting minds

Who: Kenzaki, Fuji
When: Day 28, Early Morning
Where: Dharma Medical Facility
Invited: All
Status: Incomplete (After "Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?")

"Kazuki" had been nudged to go out and search, and search he did. He hoped that he'd come across his name soon, some identification papers that told him who he was and where he came from.

He opened the door to the storage room, and was surprised to see a teenager (and how did he know that?) sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor. Beside him was a bundle of clothes, and he seemed thoroughly asleep. "Kazuki" debated waking him, decided he'd do so after looking at the second bundle of clothes, which seemed to be his size. A few minutes later, and he had a passport. One bearing his name and photo, even. "Kenzaki Kazuma," he said softly. The name made sense, sounded like him. And he was from Tokyo.

At least he knew who he was, and some idea of where he was from. He tucked the passport into a pocket.

The teenager had awoken. "Who are you?" he asked in Japanese, aware that the boy probably didn't speak his language, and prepared to start pantomiming again.

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There were some shuffling going on around him, he could barely make out the soft, muffled sound as he drifted towards consciousness. The boy sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes with a hand and arm that were thin and pale looking, mottled with bruises and strange marks. He took a moment to stare at his arm, then the other, that one sporting the same sinister markings. What had happened...? Someone asked him something... He looked to the side, noticing the young man there. "I... Don't know..."

"You're Japanese?" Kenzaki asked, startled to hear his own language fluently from someone who was clearly of asian descent. The two people who had talked to him so far were not asian.

Whoever this teenager was, he'd been through some kind of attack. "I'll take you to the cafeteria and see if anybody can help you." Maybe they couldn't. Maybe they'd done what they could. "Do you speak any English?"

"I..." Was he? What was Japanese anyway? Was that him? Was what he was speaking Japanese? Well, maybe it was. He'd pretend that it was at least, until something came along to prove him otherwise. "I suppose so."

English? Another language? He thought it was that at least. "English...? I don't know, I'm afraid..."

The boy got to his feet, gasping in surprise as jolts of pain flashed through his body. What was wrong with him? And more importatly... Why?

"You're not okay. Let me take you to where all of us are meeting. Somebody should know how to help you...." Kenzaki said. "Maybe we'll find your name, too."

Most of the people there only spoke English, so the boy was going to have as much difficulty as he did if he didn't speak any English.

The boy - he was rather short, standing at 5'4"; he was thin and his clothes were torn, dirty and looked odd on him, almost as if they weren't his own clothes but something that had been placed on his body because anything else would look bad; sandy brown hair was messy and his nails looked like they had been bitten down to the flesh - nodded slowly and staggered after the young man the best that he could. "Where... Where are we? And who are "us"...?"

"I don't know," Kenzaki said honestly. "We don't know how we got here or where we are. But maybe we'll find out."

It felt good to speak his own language, he didn't know why. Maybe it was meeting so many English speakers and being the only native Japanese speaker among them at the moment.

The young teenager - he wondered how old he was, but he had felt with sore fingertips over his cheeks and they didn't seem as sharp as the other guy's features, so he was probably younger. Or he just looked younger. He could only hope that he was younger, and hopefully looked his age isntead of being around the same age as the other man, but being too much on the small side. Well, not that it really mattered, but still. He was trying to find his identity here - followed the other youth quietly, trying to force his body to move the way he wanted it to without collapsing, and trying his best to keep all the confused thoughts at bay.

Kenzaki looked back at the youth with no name. "Do you want me to help you?" he asked. Or maybe he could bring someone out there, but he didn't know if anybody knew first aid. Or knew that they knew first aid.

Something told him that he didn't want to be all alone with someone, whoever it was, strenght and safety were in numbers, right? So meeting the others, whoever they were, seemed like the best course of action, the nameless boy thought. "Please. But... I want to see the others." Maybe there even would be someone there that he recognized. You never knew, right...?

Kenzaki slipped an arm under the boy's shoulders. "It isn't far," he said, helping the youth along. The youth seemed uncomfortable at his touch, so he tried to hurry back to where the others were.

The young boy followed quietly, allowing his newfound friend (?) to lead the way while trying to get at least a small grasp on his situation, without really succeeding.

Kenzaki just moved the two of them over here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/126990.html).

[Kenzaki] Meeting minds

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