Track 07: Dirty Little Secret
Jul. 16th, 2011 05:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
princeofjunesACTION: THE RECORD STORE - ALL DAY - OPEN - TRUTHFIELD: LEVEL THREE
[It didn't take long for Yosuke to notice something horribly wrong earlier in the week. Rin was acting weird, the entire town was making unbelievable phone calls, and though people weren't dying as far as he knew, the town was messing with everyone again. Uneasy at both the prospect of hearing everyone else's business and revealing his own, Yosuke took a different path and buried himself in his work. The record store was usually slow, and thankfully whatever was affecting the town had yet to hit him full force.
In a lot of ways it was like his first month in Inaba. Next to no one to talk to for one reason or another, and no choice but to bury himself in his music and work. Still, as lonely as his strategy was, it seemed to be working. He'd avoided nearly everyone and everything successfully, and he felt vaguely proud of himself. With any luck, he might be home free soon.
He certainly felt different as he went into work on the weekend. Probably just a side effect of the isolation, right? What could possibly go wrong now? He'd be fine. He was sure of it.]
[It didn't take long for Yosuke to notice something horribly wrong earlier in the week. Rin was acting weird, the entire town was making unbelievable phone calls, and though people weren't dying as far as he knew, the town was messing with everyone again. Uneasy at both the prospect of hearing everyone else's business and revealing his own, Yosuke took a different path and buried himself in his work. The record store was usually slow, and thankfully whatever was affecting the town had yet to hit him full force.
In a lot of ways it was like his first month in Inaba. Next to no one to talk to for one reason or another, and no choice but to bury himself in his music and work. Still, as lonely as his strategy was, it seemed to be working. He'd avoided nearly everyone and everything successfully, and he felt vaguely proud of himself. With any luck, he might be home free soon.
He certainly felt different as he went into work on the weekend. Probably just a side effect of the isolation, right? What could possibly go wrong now? He'd be fine. He was sure of it.]
