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[29 Jan 2010|08:17pm] |
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[The video starts with the sound of his journal hitting the floor, having slipped from the pocket in Subaru's coat, where he was pretty sure he wasn't carrying it. It takes a few moments for the camera to adjust the weird angle from the floor, so at first all you see is the upward view of him brushing off stray snowflakes and removing the coat, letting it drop to the floor. Then loosening his shirt, undoing some of the buttons as if feeling uncomfortable somehow. The gloves stay on though.]
[He looks thoughtful, bothered, and it's almost a little too much emotion on his face. The feed seems to almost zoom in as it adjusts, showing how his eyes close and how his breath is a little less than calm.
After a while, Subaru just shakes his head, touching a hand to his chest almost without really noticing he's doing so. And... he does nothing else for a loooong moment, before he actually turns and notices the journal is on. He proceeds to stare at it, directly into the "camera" so to speak. His mismatched eyes seem almost blank now.]
Ah.
[Picking it up, he murmurs to himself before cutting the recording off] It seems like this happens more than I realize somehow.
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| [fourteen} |
[10 Nov 2009|12:10pm] |
[Audio]
[At first there's only a gasp of breath, the sound of someone waking up as if from a nightmare. He struggles with clothes that are much too big, and a thunk immediately follows the first sounds]
--Ugh. What...
[The boy's voice is quiet, young but... heavy somehow]
... Again...? [A frustrated grunt, and he's so distracted that he doesn't register what is really going right away--how his eyes are mismatched or his hands and arms hurt vaguely]
...
[Boo :(]
Neesan...
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| {thirteen} |
[04 Nov 2009|03:03pm] |
[It starts as simply a voice recording of soft, barely-there breathing that you might not even catch if you were flipping through the journal. Briefly, there's a sound of shifting and a sharp intake of breath breaks the soft almost-silence of the recording.
Then shifting again and a quiet murmur that can't be heard]
[The inactivity goes on for a few more moments, before the journal switches on it's own to video, showing Subaru lying on his side on his bed and staring at the unbandaged, red cuts on his hands, silent and... seemingly thoughtful]
[His lips part and he mouths something that is once again inaudible]
[Then the video cuts off]
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| {twelve} |
[05 Oct 2009|06:50pm] |
[Accidental video]
[Subaru, who ordinarily leads a very exciting and wonder-filled life, is currently exploring his favorite past time: sitting in a chair.
And.
Being generally unhappy.]
[And for a moment the video is totally boring and unexciting until a frown crosses the man's face, and he pauses entirely, and shifts, awkwardly.]
What's...
[... 8|;;; doesn't like this] Hm. [Leaning forward a bit and thinking about things~*~*~ and... orz there you have the video cut out because Kiseki can't handle too much of this thrilling display]
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| {eleven}{accidental video} |
[02 Sep 2009|01:35pm] |
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[The video starts with Subaru, staring at himself blankly in the wall mirror in his room, shirt open as he examines the marks on his neck. Though nothing shows in his expression, mismatched eyes, his fingertips trace the path of nails that dug into his neck, of indulging kisses... He lets out a breath and a moment later, the reflective surface changes, slowly at first, then suddenly showing nothing but a bright, almost blinding star-shaped light.
Then...
( [Cut for spoilers~*~ and images] )
The memory ends with the sound of a boy's screams, first angry then fading as they turn pleading, somehow never falling in urgency. Subaru seems to not notice the journal recording even then, and just walks over to the light switch in the room, hand lingering at it for a moment before flipping it off.]
[[ooc; images obviously not IC, I'm just lazy ahaha. Feel free to determine how much your character can see at your own discretion~ yes it's set to private/hackable I just suck and forgot to write that in]]
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| {ten} |
[21 Aug 2009|03:29am] |
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Is it finally
Ah.
[Private | Unhackable]
Perhaps that's enough of the overstated questions for now. Strange, that one can fall to that norm so easily, but...
It would be pointless to ask anyhow.
...
"He" is here. The same as the other times--I guess It shouldn't be surprising that he would be brought back to this place. From that time, still not realizing... [... S-sigh]
She would have been glad to see him.
[There's a wry laugh, not quite one at all really, just a hollow sound as he writes.] Someone very different from what I became.
[:| He's outside in the city on his like. fifth cigarette and generally failing at life. In case anyone wants to be depressed forever idk.]
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| {eight} |
[26 May 2009|11:01pm] |
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I don't
There... still isn't
[... ~_~ unhackable strikes are unhackable]
It's quiet still. Even though...
I suppose it's probably not happening to anyone else, then.
[....]
[Fails at writting complete entries in his journal alas]
[[ooc; aaaaand affected by the lost feelings event again XD;; feel free to poke him and his 8|ness]]
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| {seven} |
[02 May 2009|12:52am] |
[Sometime after he goes to meet Seishirou, Subaru finally decides to write something in the journal.]
It's... strange. To be back again.
Barely any time passed at all in Tokyo, yet...
It's different here.
[... Sigh, he doesn't know what to write. Staring at the page for a while before he decides to just... leave it at that, lol.]
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| {six} |
[23 Dec 2008|09:40pm] |
[Getting this post up before his big sister comes back ;o;bbbb]
[There's a Subaru standing stuck in the middle of the city, where there's a bunch of pretty lights and happy holiday things |D;;; Feel free to get stuck with him]
.....
[He's articulate, I know]
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| {five} |
[25 Oct 2008|11:39am] |
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[In his room, sitting and staring at his mirror blankly, after pretty much ignoring it for a while]
I guess it's pointless to wonder if they really work.
I don't need it, anyhow.
It's not worth it.
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| {four} |
[05 Oct 2008|10:40pm] |
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It wasn't a dream.
Nothing changed when I returned. [...] Nothing ever changes. It's not meant to.
I already know... where I'll be when it all ends either way.
... And still. I wonder if he'll realize it or not.
Or if it's already too late.
[[ooc | updated to the last few chapters~]]
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| {three} |
[19 Aug 2008|01:26pm] |
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[...]
...I wonder if he would be angry. I think.. I would have wanted that. I don't.. really care now.
Then again, it never even really mattered how I felt.
[... Hm. :/]
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| {two} |
[03 Aug 2008|11:09am] |
[Private - Hard/Unhackable]
Of course it's not here. I... didn't really think it would be. Just like 'he' that I knew isn't here either. Or here, but not the same.
Four and two. Always
[...] 'mismatched' somehow.
I should have expected it.
[/Private]
It's not that strong anymore. The rain. I don't feel like staying in.
The smoke gathers up too much when I do. [...] I think I'm running out.
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| {one} |
[19 Jul 2008|06:54pm] |
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...I have nothing to write here. I... don't understand where exactly this is or just how I arrived here, but- it doesn't really matter to me. I think the change is drastic enough that maybe I should care, somehow, but I don't. I wouldn't really know- I stopped doing what I 'should' a long time ago. Maybe I just finally went mad; or fell to a different kind of madness than before.
The fact that they almost force us to write in these journals is suspicious, even if I can't bring myself to see it beyond that. Those girls are.. insistent enough. Is it really possible to communicate like this? If others from Tokyo are here, it would be better if we didn't meet, through a journal or otherwise. Kamui, especially.
[...] The only person I want to meet couldn't be here anyhow. So it doesn't matter much.
The air, the atmosphere here is strangely light. I'm not sure what to make of it at all; if had had likes and dislikes still, perhaps it would be easier to tell.
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