22 October 2012 @ 06:52 pm
( text: locked from miharu and yoite )  
Good morning, Community.

I had a thought this place might bring more of us. Regardless, it's still a little strange to address the entire community:

The person named Miharu Rokujou is a friend of mine. Even if he is a master of indifference, I am interested in assuring his safety.

Please treat him respectfully. I'm sure there will be few problems.
 
 
31 July 2012 @ 03:59 pm
( video: filtered from yoite. )  
cut ooc-ly for length: )
 
 
02 June 2012 @ 11:31 pm
( video: locked from yoite - backdated to the virus )  
[there’s the soft click of an external speaker and the hiss static. the softer sound of shifting, and the murmur of voices. boyish and not, before the image seems to clear up. as whatever it is that is recording the pair seems to spill into clarity. as what is revealed appears like a normal bedroom: sparse white walls and a neatly made bed, but the two that peer into the fractured camera are always a shock. pale hair and bright eyes, but quite simply kouichi aizawa and shijima kurookano. quite simply, enough.

but, there is a pause before either speak up. the damage to this phone(?), perhaps, has been severe. it lags. and kouichi’s posture seems unusually still as he goes to speak up. as shijima blandly sprawls out beside him. only the wild tangle of hair visible within the frame, even now.
but -- ]


[ he laughs, nonetheless. and the mood of his body seems to offset he sound. the easy way of his smile seems to unbalance it. and he goes to reach up to his hair, if a little thoughtful. as if to run his fingers through it, and what follows the path of it is seemingly ridiculous.

a rainbow. (and that seems enough to remind him of why his posture was stiff in the first place. that seems more than enough, as his fingers freeze there. remain there, as he’s speaking. stumbling, if at first: ]
It is a little strange to address the entire community, but –

[ and he is stopped as quickly as he starts. he is stopped by the decisive, claw-like motion of shijima’s hand. shooting up. grabbing the one stilled hand from the back of his neck and yanking it down. whatever she does with it is unseen, but the abrupt ow! and the quicker recoil of luminous color following his hand’s wake as he jerks it back to him decides that it is painful. decides without question that shijima will be speaking up, as kouichi silences. even if he looks a little peeved. if only temporarily. if only -- ]

Shut up, bird. Even just your presence is obnoxious today, so hold still and I'll explain the situation.

[but, even off-screen, shijima’s expression is not an unknown. as flat as always, but decidedly a little more serious: ] There's a strange child on the community who goes by the name of Yoite. He's the one who was very reluctant to speak. It's tempting to mess around with him, but we're issuing a warning to anyone who wants to. Don't. Or something very bad might end up coming upon you. That boy is very important to us and the future of this world, so be delicate with him. It's a pain to have to tread so lightly around a sensitive child, but I won't be happy if any permanent damage comes to him.

It's only something to keep in mind.

[ and even though there’s no motion to go with it (not yet), kouichi seems to wish to add something. seems to go to add something, but shijima’s fingers are already looking for the button on the phone to turn it off. have suddenly crept into the frame, as if she’s planned it (unsurprisingly), and with a few muffled sounds of protest and the grumbling of shijima about the unfortunate functionality of phones (blurred background and all) it shuts off.

flickers off. ]
 
 
 
17 March 2012 @ 07:40 pm
( video )  
[ there’s the soft click of an external speaker and the hiss of static. the soft crackle of leaves and the weighing down of bows. before the pale whiteness that seems to flood the screen tapers off. before it ebbs off. like the sound of rolling rivers. and what appears, rather simply, is the familiar (clean) faces of shijima kurookano and kouichi aizawa. seemingly alive. seemingly well. no bits or pieces missing, though kouichi seems a little more pale (if at all possible). seems a touch more pale, against the dark tones the shadows of leaves cast against their hair. their skin. their clothes. (and there’s a distinct lack of inhuman brightness in their eyes. once so apparent in the recent videos. once so clear in the ruthless approaches. the sharper curve of smiles. almost – but, against the backdrop of sky and high stone walls, shijima’s usual discontented expression seems natural. kouichi’s smile seems so usual. though, really, the latter seems to have new glasses perched upon his
nose: ]
continues below: cut for length )
 
 
 
 
10 October 2011 @ 02:36 pm
 
[there’s a low buzz and the sharp hiss of static as the video kicks on. flickers on. as what greets the community is – for a moment – a pair of red eyes. a mop of messy hair. stripped of color. before they pull back. before they nudge the angle down. one arm pulled close to his body. cradled (and carefully) in a rather new sling.

and he seems unconcerned with it as he settles back. as tilts his head down slightly. body almost too rigid. too lacking in fluidity. as he lifts his good shoulder. as his mouth pulls up, a bit tiredly. a bit wryly. as he takes a moment to dig up something. buried in his pockets. perhaps his desk. and does not wince (or delayed) as he accidentally jars his arm. as he lets his eyes flicker back up. briefly. as he gestures to his throat – now with a pen. the tip pressed against his flesh as he sets to writing out something. fingers seemingly stiffer than what is natural. off-screen.

and though it takes a moment, what comes up upon the notepad he holds up is distinctly japanese. an unusual mixture of kanji and hiragana. impossibly thin. willowy:]


[ … How bothersome. ]

[a pause. and he’s writing again. a little more slowly. thoughtfully. and he clicks his tongue. sharply. as if --]

[I had a thought it would be this.]

(ooc notes:) )