<div class="floatleft">(http://i35.servimg.com/u/f35/12/03/45/77/blackc10.jpg) (http://www.servimg.com/view/12034577/212)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tomoya Aizawa<br/><strong>Time:</strong>is that really something that someone who just regained conciousness would know?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central Plains slowly plodding along towards skyrock (Slowly closing the distance from the North East of Angela and Kyaromon)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>NONE<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Tomoya had no idea where he was nor what the tall pillar in the distance was but his gut told him that it was his best bet to keep along the course that he was walking towards the giant pillar. His steps were slow and it seemed as though the distance between him and the pillar wasn't really shrinking any but he knew that the reality of the affair was the opposite. He decided to take his time to admire the scenery around him as he continued his purposeful stroll. He was pretty sure that the plains would all look the same no matter how much he willed them to look different. He heaved a heavy sigh and stopped looking around like a moron and simply kept his eyes on his surroundings as a precautionary measure instead keeping his focus on the tall pillar.<br/><br/>"So...I find myself in a new place and all I find is dullness" he was rather annoyed by this fact but never the less he kept himself moving. He was hoping to find something new to look at in order to distract himself from thinking aobut his loneliness. Still he supposed this was better than waking up tied up or locked up or something else like you sometimes see in movies or in games. "If i'm supposed to be the protagonist in some fantasy adventure then this is the crappiest opening stage ever" he remarked out loud half jokingly.  Then his mind slowly shifted gears again. This time his thoughts turned back towards his garden at home "Ugh...all that work will be wasted if I don't get home soon...my poor plants will wither" he muttered this to himself. Yes his plants that had taken quite a bit of effort to get to where they were now. His grandparents had gotten him into the hobby of gardening and he did quite enjoy it. He found himself realizing just now that it was one of the most relaxing hobbies that he had considering most of his days consisted of school, study, and just tending to his own affairs. He didn't have many if any friends. Ever since his grandparents had begun to leave him to his own devices he realized he was getting lonelier and lonelier.<br/><br/>"Am I really so lonely that I consider the plants and my books my best friends?" he asked no one in particular. He shook his head then and set his focus back to the present. He decided it was best not to think any further on past matters and simply live in the present and only really looking toward the future. His slow pace continued to drudge along and he began to hum some random tune that came to him out of no where.