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dramadramaduck2012-07-31 03:59 pm
owlcreation) wrote in dramadramaduck2012-07-31 03:59 pm
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( video: filtered from yoite. )
[ there’s the soft whirr of static and otherwise silence as the video flickers on. shutters on. there’s a faint purr of some crackled noise, before it deadens. even as the images start to clear. as the video starts to clear. as it reveals, perhaps, what must be recording the scene (a surveillance camera?) as no color overtakes. as no color comes in.
but, even so, the figures it pins itself to are unmistakable. the figures it hinges to are unable to be missed. (a sharp, contrasting whiteness of hair and the glare of glasses. the girl, who once wore pigtails, situated beside him. kouichi and his classmate.)
and they seem to be in some conversation, as they navigate through what seems a street market. they seem to be in some deep conversation, as they continue along. almost as if – but, it continues like this for a time, before it hits some point. before they both slow. almost to a standstill. before there’s –
there’s something in the curve of the girl’s shoulders. a kind of pause, as though he’s said something significant. something to seize her attention. something that might have startled her, by the fainter widening of eyes. the way she half-turns. but –
kouichi continues on. kouichi keeps speaking. and he’s lifting a hand to his mouth. half-way through. chewing on his thumb, intently. thinking. and for a moment, there’s a deeper sort of wisdom conveyed in his expression – a deeper sense of knowing, though it fades. easily. though it disappears. simply. with the lowering of his hand. though it – and something in him blooms outward. something in him seems to positively glow as his mouth curves. as something perhaps too warm and too genuine bubbles to the surface. wipes clean any doubt that he might not have known her, somehow. that he might have only just met her, somehow. that his stance toward he was anything, but –
and suddenly, there is sound. and suddenly, the video is flooded with the soft roll of life. a medley of voices. and kouichi’s comes clearly, after a moment. it wells up, as he speaks. earnest, unflustered: ]
... So, you stay the way you are. Even if you know that it’s not normal, you act normally around me. [ and the girl before him seems to start, a little. seems to – and he laughs, warmly: ] I like you like that, Raimei-san.
[ and there is a rapid cycle of emotions, suddenly. there is a sudden unguarded note in the girl’s expression. there is a kind of thought that flickers. there is a vulnerability, there – and it seizes up, suddenly. It flutters out. it morphs, abruptly, into a posture of suspicion. almost comical – her hand raising to her mouth, like she’s uttering a secret: ]
… A confession? [ and it is barely caught over whatever it is that records them, but the chain reaction is immediate. the chain reaction is instantaneous as it is kouichi’s turn to start. as it is his turn to startle. to draw back in upon himself, defensively. almost as if -- ]
Eh! Yeah, no, uh… [ and it is a flurry of nervous syllables. an awkward grouping of sounds. before he notices that raimei’s posture again loosens. as she half-smiles. shoves her hands with a sort of carelessness into her pockets. half-turning her face from him, as if -- ]
[ and there’s perhaps some color in her cheeks. perhaps not. as she speaks, perhaps a little more softly: ] Thanks… [ a small beat: ] Kouichi.
[ and the moment of video is brief, following. the moment of video is brief, afterward – but as she turns her back to him. seems to lead him again, there’s a gentler sort of smile that tugs at kouichi’s lips. there’s a fainter hint of some redness. maybe. there’s a something else in the way of his shoulders seems to relax, but it is questionable. it is questionable, as the video flickers out, fast. as it fades out. quick.
as it silences. ]
(ooc: italics are for raimei, normal text is for kouichi. :|b )
but, even so, the figures it pins itself to are unmistakable. the figures it hinges to are unable to be missed. (a sharp, contrasting whiteness of hair and the glare of glasses. the girl, who once wore pigtails, situated beside him. kouichi and his classmate.)
and they seem to be in some conversation, as they navigate through what seems a street market. they seem to be in some deep conversation, as they continue along. almost as if – but, it continues like this for a time, before it hits some point. before they both slow. almost to a standstill. before there’s –
there’s something in the curve of the girl’s shoulders. a kind of pause, as though he’s said something significant. something to seize her attention. something that might have startled her, by the fainter widening of eyes. the way she half-turns. but –
kouichi continues on. kouichi keeps speaking. and he’s lifting a hand to his mouth. half-way through. chewing on his thumb, intently. thinking. and for a moment, there’s a deeper sort of wisdom conveyed in his expression – a deeper sense of knowing, though it fades. easily. though it disappears. simply. with the lowering of his hand. though it – and something in him blooms outward. something in him seems to positively glow as his mouth curves. as something perhaps too warm and too genuine bubbles to the surface. wipes clean any doubt that he might not have known her, somehow. that he might have only just met her, somehow. that his stance toward he was anything, but –
and suddenly, there is sound. and suddenly, the video is flooded with the soft roll of life. a medley of voices. and kouichi’s comes clearly, after a moment. it wells up, as he speaks. earnest, unflustered: ]
... So, you stay the way you are. Even if you know that it’s not normal, you act normally around me. [ and the girl before him seems to start, a little. seems to – and he laughs, warmly: ] I like you like that, Raimei-san.
[ and there is a rapid cycle of emotions, suddenly. there is a sudden unguarded note in the girl’s expression. there is a kind of thought that flickers. there is a vulnerability, there – and it seizes up, suddenly. It flutters out. it morphs, abruptly, into a posture of suspicion. almost comical – her hand raising to her mouth, like she’s uttering a secret: ]
… A confession? [ and it is barely caught over whatever it is that records them, but the chain reaction is immediate. the chain reaction is instantaneous as it is kouichi’s turn to start. as it is his turn to startle. to draw back in upon himself, defensively. almost as if -- ]
Eh! Yeah, no, uh… [ and it is a flurry of nervous syllables. an awkward grouping of sounds. before he notices that raimei’s posture again loosens. as she half-smiles. shoves her hands with a sort of carelessness into her pockets. half-turning her face from him, as if -- ]
[ and there’s perhaps some color in her cheeks. perhaps not. as she speaks, perhaps a little more softly: ] Thanks… [ a small beat: ] Kouichi.
[ and the moment of video is brief, following. the moment of video is brief, afterward – but as she turns her back to him. seems to lead him again, there’s a gentler sort of smile that tugs at kouichi’s lips. there’s a fainter hint of some redness. maybe. there’s a something else in the way of his shoulders seems to relax, but it is questionable. it is questionable, as the video flickers out, fast. as it fades out. quick.
as it silences. ]
(ooc: italics are for raimei, normal text is for kouichi. :|b )
text;
Did you...mean to have this shown?
( 1/?: ic delay of a few hours )
and so, upon the alert - he is not all that surprised. upon the alert, he assumes it for something older. something that holds a little less sway, even now, but --
he should have figured that this kindness would not have lasted, especially on his birthday.
he should have absolutely, positively, figured - and it is something he has to immediately resign himself to, as there is no method of means of ridding of it, now. no method or manner of clearing it, now. tried, once already. tried, twice already. with what limited skills he had. what skills he had harnessed and: ]
( 2/2: text. )
[ a long beat, almost as if he's stammering through the phone's keyboard: ] N-no! No! It was not on purpose at all! [ fhl ] It is nothing!
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How cruel. No one has remembered, yet the community gives this.
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[ gosh. no one else had even... ]
... Thanks.
[ in a way, he preferred nothing at all. ]
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[ video ]
( text. )
at the very least, he could certainly bury it. he could certainly deny it. he could certainly -- ]
It's-- That kind of look... [ he dials it back for a second: ] How unfair! Everyone else has forgotten, but the community has given me this! [ a small pause, and another text: ] Even if the conversation is normal, the community takes what it wants as usual. It isn't surprising even a little.
[ vidya forever ]
Forgotten about what, incidentally?
( text forever... for now? )
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oh. ]
Hang on, is it your birthday today, Kouichi?
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Isn't it cruel?
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You never said anything.
[ WHY YES, TEN, THIS IS THE REAL ISSUE HERE. ]
[text]
( text. )
[ and there is a beat, before the next text comes. as if distracted. as if -- it was undeniable. ]
Yeah.
( text. )