Ryoji Mochizuki (nevermeant) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2010-11-15 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | :action, grell sutcliff, jeanne francaix, jennifer shibuya, jun ushiro, ryoji mochizuki, tear grants |
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[When he dreams, he dreams of the sky.]
[It's not a sky he's ever seen before, at least not in recent memory. It's inky green and red, darkened clouds over a bloody moon. But it's a sky he knows.]
[When he dreams, he dreams of death. Thick, cloying, the smell of blood and metal, screams and flesh tearing asunder beneath his gaze. A single man, rattling off a harried message into a camera and the flash of a thought -- he's next.]
[When he dreams, he dreams of the end. The last word, the last thought, the last breath. A man in glasses, falling but triumphant, succeeding and failing at the same time.]
[He doesn't dream of people he knows, of girls he's met, of slightly edited versions of his daily life. He doesn't dream about Featherman Ranger R trying to best him at a hot dog contest.]
[If you asked him, he'd say he doesn't dream at all.]
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[Waking up now, eyes shooting open. One hand presses against his forehead and it's a few seconds before he remembers where he is...
...what he is...
...who he is.]
[Ryoji Mochizuki dresses quickly and quietly so as not to wake Minato and steals out at first light.]
[He's out now, lugging around his ball and chain with him. It's likely that the robots will be along to get him soon enough, but for now he's content to explore. This feeling, this sensation of new, it's something that he's been enduring since starting school in Port Island, unabated and joyously.]
[So if you find him, he's likely staring up at something curiously. If not, you may still hear his voice over the network...]
Any ladies feel like letting a new arrival take them out for breakfast?