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dramadramaduck2010-12-16 06:16 pm
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[Video, accidental...or maybe not.]
((After this post. Or fight rather, and before this day. ))
[The scenery is white. Inaba is a snowy place when it comes down to it, as Edward's phone is in his automail hand all you can really see is white, and a black sweatshirt. A glimpse of his flesh hand, it's red from the cold and there's dried blood, not that Ed seems to have noticed. As he trudges through the snow it's hard to tell if he's on the road to Inaba proper, or further into the farmland. He's not even sure where he is, when it comes down to it.]
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[A stumble and the angle is changed, you can see Ed's face, his braid poking out of the hood and little clouds come in fast breaths as he walks. He's getting tired. It's dark, and he's been out there awhile now. Because of the snow he hasn't really made as much progress as he would have liked. Honestly, he's trying to reach somewhere specific, a farm he's familiar with. But he's lost.]
[He pulls his flesh arm around his stomach, grimacing a little. He's so tired. His lips are moving, quietly at first and finally he finds his voice, a soft, muttered litany.]
Come on you motherfucking asshole...that's it, take everything I got. Give it to me, take it away, make it hurt. You fucking little shit. I ain't dead yet, I can take more...come on, what the fuck do you got?! Huh?
[He's quiet for a moment.]
That's what I thought.
[He stumbles and collapses to his knees, hands flat as he takes a few deep breaths before looking at the phone. His eyes close and he balls his fists.]
That's what I fucking thought. Coward.
[The scenery is white. Inaba is a snowy place when it comes down to it, as Edward's phone is in his automail hand all you can really see is white, and a black sweatshirt. A glimpse of his flesh hand, it's red from the cold and there's dried blood, not that Ed seems to have noticed. As he trudges through the snow it's hard to tell if he's on the road to Inaba proper, or further into the farmland. He's not even sure where he is, when it comes down to it.]
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[A stumble and the angle is changed, you can see Ed's face, his braid poking out of the hood and little clouds come in fast breaths as he walks. He's getting tired. It's dark, and he's been out there awhile now. Because of the snow he hasn't really made as much progress as he would have liked. Honestly, he's trying to reach somewhere specific, a farm he's familiar with. But he's lost.]
[He pulls his flesh arm around his stomach, grimacing a little. He's so tired. His lips are moving, quietly at first and finally he finds his voice, a soft, muttered litany.]
Come on you motherfucking asshole...that's it, take everything I got. Give it to me, take it away, make it hurt. You fucking little shit. I ain't dead yet, I can take more...come on, what the fuck do you got?! Huh?
[He's quiet for a moment.]
That's what I thought.
[He stumbles and collapses to his knees, hands flat as he takes a few deep breaths before looking at the phone. His eyes close and he balls his fists.]
That's what I fucking thought. Coward.
[action spam!]
[Winry gets to her feet, though she doesn't leave the room immediately.]
Al...Ed's really missed you. [She lays her hand on his chest plate.] It's made him reckless, more so than normal, because he didn't think you ever wanted to see him again. He thought he'd lost you, Al, and it hurt him.
[There's more she could say, but Mr. Hohenheim is waiting - and Ed's not the lightest weight. So she pats Al's chest and turns to Naoto.]
When he's feeling better, Naoto, just apologize to Ed. He forgives...a lot. [Winry reaches over, taking Naoto's hand and giving it a hard squeeze.] You guys should know that, better than anyone! [She smiles at them both, then looks over at Mr. Hohenheim.]
Watch those hot water bottles, they might slither out. I'd hate for you to trip on them. [So saying, she reaches into the blankets to pull them out. She'll replace them once Ed's settled.] Ed's room is this way, sir! [Winry says, leaving the room.]