[Joshua hadn't eaten. He didn't need to, what with being dead and all, and when his nerves were running wild like they were then he literally couldn't. He was certainly not in a good mood. Mainly because he was lacking most of his power. That was not something he was taking well, to say the least.
[For many years, it had been like a security blanket for him. Knowing he was stronger and superior to almost everyone else in the UG, knowing that his position was safe. He hadn't had anythifj like that before he became Composer, and those feelings were ones he grew attached to. Grew attached to the power, to the position he held, and now?
[Well, suffice it to say that was ruined for him.
[So naturally, he is the one who is spared when the sickness wave spreads. And he cracks a small smile, watching everyone around him. Well, maybe this would be something of entertainment value, at least. And so he lets it distract him from his thoughts.]
"Are you feeling alright?" [He says to someone who is clearly not feeling as such.]
E. Accesorizing for Practicality
[He's sitting at the campfire when Genette brings out the extra things. He is one of the first there, wanting he good pick of things.
[His eyes are caught by the accessories. They seemed to be the things which could have the most long term usage. Usually, Josh would pick something rather fitting his fashion sense. However, right now, he doesn't think he can care about aesthetics all that much. He is mostly concerned about practicality at this point, his anxiety about these circumstances currently what is getting the better of him. And for Joshua not be caring about aesthetics, he must be far more on edge than he realizes. He goes through the pile, until he eventually pulls out two objects.
[It's a kerchief, which, all things considered, is a rather fancy one. It's a midnight blue in color, made of some sort of silky fabric. It has a baby blue fringe on it, along with a pattern of various symbols along it, also in the same color. The other object he grabs is... a black purse? A rather embellished purse, and about one of the most girlish things in that pile. But having an object that would provide extra storage space was nice, and also he thought it looked pretty. He ties the kerchief around his wrist, an easily accessible location, and he takes a seat, bag in hand. If you pay close attention, you may notice he is gripping the edge of his seat hard enough that his hands have turned pale.]
G. Alone On the Beach
[Joshua had been inside for the past couple hours, and yet he had gone out. He knew it was likely dangerous, but he had it handled. If nothing else, he could try and use his newfound ability to hide, making it around without detection.
[You find him there on the beach. He's sitting on top of a large rock, still in the clothes he had when he arrived here. He is in a rather far corner, away from the huts, away from other people. He's leaning back on his hands, and his eyes are fixated on the sky. Or, more accurately, on nothing in particular. His eyes simply focus on the sky and the lights because he needs something to look at. His mind is elsewhere, still trying to process the situation.
He sniffs the air, smelling the odd smell in the air. It must be the mist that is gathering. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bandana he got earlier, tying it over his nose and mouth. He breaths through it, and he's somewhat more comforted by it. And it is like that he sits there. And he seems somewhat lonely.]
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[Joshua hadn't eaten. He didn't need to, what with being dead and all, and when his nerves were running wild like they were then he literally couldn't. He was certainly not in a good mood. Mainly because he was lacking most of his power. That was not something he was taking well, to say the least.
[For many years, it had been like a security blanket for him. Knowing he was stronger and superior to almost everyone else in the UG, knowing that his position was safe. He hadn't had anythifj like that before he became Composer, and those feelings were ones he grew attached to. Grew attached to the power, to the position he held, and now?
[Well, suffice it to say that was ruined for him.
[So naturally, he is the one who is spared when the sickness wave spreads. And he cracks a small smile, watching everyone around him. Well, maybe this would be something of entertainment value, at least. And so he lets it distract him from his thoughts.]
"Are you feeling alright?" [He says to someone who is clearly not feeling as such.]
E. Accesorizing for Practicality
[He's sitting at the campfire when Genette brings out the extra things. He is one of the first there, wanting he good pick of things.
[His eyes are caught by the accessories. They seemed to be the things which could have the most long term usage. Usually, Josh would pick something rather fitting his fashion sense. However, right now, he doesn't think he can care about aesthetics all that much. He is mostly concerned about practicality at this point, his anxiety about these circumstances currently what is getting the better of him. And for Joshua not be caring about aesthetics, he must be far more on edge than he realizes. He goes through the pile, until he eventually pulls out two objects.
[It's a kerchief, which, all things considered, is a rather fancy one. It's a midnight blue in color, made of some sort of silky fabric. It has a baby blue fringe on it, along with a pattern of various symbols along it, also in the same color. The other object he grabs is... a black purse? A rather embellished purse, and about one of the most girlish things in that pile. But having an object that would provide extra storage space was nice, and also he thought it looked pretty. He ties the kerchief around his wrist, an easily accessible location, and he takes a seat, bag in hand. If you pay close attention, you may notice he is gripping the edge of his seat hard enough that his hands have turned pale.]
G. Alone On the Beach
[Joshua had been inside for the past couple hours, and yet he had gone out. He knew it was likely dangerous, but he had it handled. If nothing else, he could try and use his newfound ability to hide, making it around without detection.
[You find him there on the beach. He's sitting on top of a large rock, still in the clothes he had when he arrived here. He is in a rather far corner, away from the huts, away from other people. He's leaning back on his hands, and his eyes are fixated on the sky. Or, more accurately, on nothing in particular. His eyes simply focus on the sky and the lights because he needs something to look at. His mind is elsewhere, still trying to process the situation.
He sniffs the air, smelling the odd smell in the air. It must be the mist that is gathering. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bandana he got earlier, tying it over his nose and mouth. He breaths through it, and he's somewhat more comforted by it. And it is like that he sits there. And he seems somewhat lonely.]