[Hope had been walking the dog, journal accompanying him under an arm as he does so. He's been restless since he first heard of the draft, and with Lightning and Aerith having gone to the Battledome to practice... he's found himself unable to sit still. Indoors or out.
After returning Baldr to the apartment, he stops and leans against the door, opening the book like he had done several times before. Just in case. Flickering over a clip that seems to be from the ground, he almost skips past it—that is, until Lightning's voice catches his attention.
Watching the entire scene unfold, dumbfounded, he's entirely silent until he hears that scream—it's a horrible sound that cuts him to the core. He presses a hand to his chest, his own book slipping out of his hand.]
LIGHTNING!
[Panicked, he darts his head this way and that, sizing up the distance between here and there...
Then Hope decides he's not waiting for a response. Snatching up the journal, he bolts from the community building toward the river, over the bridge to the path that would lead him there.
Whether he'd be welcomed in the dome or not is irrelevant as far as he's concerned.]
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After returning Baldr to the apartment, he stops and leans against the door, opening the book like he had done several times before. Just in case. Flickering over a clip that seems to be from the ground, he almost skips past it—that is, until Lightning's voice catches his attention.
Watching the entire scene unfold, dumbfounded, he's entirely silent until he hears that scream—it's a horrible sound that cuts him to the core. He presses a hand to his chest, his own book slipping out of his hand.]
LIGHTNING!
[Panicked, he darts his head this way and that, sizing up the distance between here and there...
Then Hope decides he's not waiting for a response. Snatching up the journal, he bolts from the community building toward the river, over the bridge to the path that would lead him there.
Whether he'd be welcomed in the dome or not is irrelevant as far as he's concerned.]