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Hana had been doing this since the early hours of the morning. Well, it might have been morning. His internal clock was still all screwy from this ships' sense of time so it would be more accurate to say that he'd been doing this since he'd woken up.
Details aside, he wandered up and down the many halls of the ship (effectively getting himself pretty lost but he didn't mind), a determined look on his face and a purpose in his stride. Sure, he eventually had to stop for some food because he was never in a good mood when he was hungry, but after that he immediately set about on his mission once again.
His mission was that he would traverse as much of the ship as he possibly could, as many times as he could, periodically placing a hand near his mouth to amplify his voice and calling out to the many inhabitants of the ship.
"HEY! ARE THERE ANY OTHER TEENS OR KIDS HERE!? I'M LOOKING FOR ANY OF THE OTHER KIDS ON THIS SHIP!"
Thankfully, Hana was nice enough to stop and talk to anyone who wanted to question his new odd pass-time, be they child or not.
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Details aside, he wandered up and down the many halls of the ship (effectively getting himself pretty lost but he didn't mind), a determined look on his face and a purpose in his stride. Sure, he eventually had to stop for some food because he was never in a good mood when he was hungry, but after that he immediately set about on his mission once again.
His mission was that he would traverse as much of the ship as he possibly could, as many times as he could, periodically placing a hand near his mouth to amplify his voice and calling out to the many inhabitants of the ship.
"HEY! ARE THERE ANY OTHER TEENS OR KIDS HERE!? I'M LOOKING FOR ANY OF THE OTHER KIDS ON THIS SHIP!"
Thankfully, Hana was nice enough to stop and talk to anyone who wanted to question his new odd pass-time, be they child or not.
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The rubbery ball was a simple toy, but if anyone could help her appreciate it she assumed it would be her unflappably cheerful room mate.
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Hana shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a large, crumpled piece of of paper.
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But was obvious that wasn't the reason Hana had torn it from the wall.
The ticket prices and times, along with any promotional art and even the bands name was obscured completely by some elaborate pattern of letters melded with decorative art.
Whoever had taken it upon themselves to tag this paper had seriously gone for quality, using the small space to it's fullest. Colours flowed and swirled across the beaten and bruised flyer, each piece of the pattern complimenting the next.
The words etched onto the paper were is some strange characters neither of them could understand and it was more than likely the message had been lost to the ages.
Yet the desire to be heard and the passion behind the work still shone just as strong through the image, despite the sorry state of the paper it was branded upon.
"You said you like graffiti and art stuff, right?" Hana grinned somewhat sheepishly, peering at her face and trying to see what she thought. "I saw this and kinda thought of you, so I just took it."
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Careful not to damage the poster she gave him a hug, tight and excited. "Can I hang it up in our room?"
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This world was getting better and better then her own every day.