Takeshi [Gantz • Age 5] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ataraxion2012-11-28 12:41 am
throwsdown) wrote in ataraxion2012-11-28 12:41 am
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▓ ０３ Ｐｔｓ．► video/voice ► g!ve a 'you tried' st@r 2 the sh0rtie
[>>video]
[Takeshi was pretty bad. Two weeks ago, he'd been under the heaviest effects of a mask he hadn't wanted in the first place—and yet it drove him into the darker hallways, made him leave 'missing' posters of loved ones, cry all alone, hurt people... He felt so badly about that. Lately he's kept mostly to his comm, but he's finally roaming freely again. He hasn't regained the same confidence he used to have... and it would be quite an effort from him to rekindle the magic his father spawned. It certainly doesn't help that he's still sheepish around his own friends, fleeting around unintentionally impending figures.
But things are better.
The screen turns on to reveal a hallway floor—the whirring little contraption that appears to be on screen is one of those good ol' roomba self-cleaning robots, rolling away from the boy holding the comm. He's following it, almost cinematically (most definitely, even). Meanwhile, Takeshi makes exploding noises with his mouth, swerving this way and that. The audio isn't distant, but it's not spoken at the screen. He didn't have the intention to film it, really, but there's only so many things he can use as a jet plane screen.]
Mecha-godzilla is getting away!! Pshrrr!! Whirrwhirr! Blam! If we make a shrink ray, we can stop him from stepping on people! Crak-cow!!
[It cuts a few times, leaving broken-up pieces of a child's imaginary game. One short excerpt is in his (much cleaner) room, where he's set up cans. He's apparently taken the roomba robot ransom, and has it topple cans he's collected over time. Finally the video cuts out entirely for a while, and an hour or two later, there's an audio entry. On purpose, this time.]
[>>voice]
I...
[Okay, it's not that easy like it was before. He has to muster up what he wants to say. He's been thinking of how to do this for a while now...]
I was bad. I should've listened and made the mask go away... I should've been good. I promise I'll try my best now; I'll be someone good. 'Cus dad's always watching... in—[he slaps his hand over his chest, unseen on the audio-only reply] in my heart, he'll always be there for me, so I have to make him proud. I have to make all my friends proud.
If you have friends, you should... 'stick with them'. It's really important.
I'm sorry if I hurt them before, when they tried to help...
[shuffle. silence.]
... I'm really sorry.
[mainly for you, kazama. he's not sure if you even wanna be his friend or talk to him anymore...]
[Takeshi was pretty bad. Two weeks ago, he'd been under the heaviest effects of a mask he hadn't wanted in the first place—and yet it drove him into the darker hallways, made him leave 'missing' posters of loved ones, cry all alone, hurt people... He felt so badly about that. Lately he's kept mostly to his comm, but he's finally roaming freely again. He hasn't regained the same confidence he used to have... and it would be quite an effort from him to rekindle the magic his father spawned. It certainly doesn't help that he's still sheepish around his own friends, fleeting around unintentionally impending figures.
But things are better.
The screen turns on to reveal a hallway floor—the whirring little contraption that appears to be on screen is one of those good ol' roomba self-cleaning robots, rolling away from the boy holding the comm. He's following it, almost cinematically (most definitely, even). Meanwhile, Takeshi makes exploding noises with his mouth, swerving this way and that. The audio isn't distant, but it's not spoken at the screen. He didn't have the intention to film it, really, but there's only so many things he can use as a jet plane screen.]
Mecha-godzilla is getting away!! Pshrrr!! Whirrwhirr! Blam! If we make a shrink ray, we can stop him from stepping on people! Crak-cow!!
[It cuts a few times, leaving broken-up pieces of a child's imaginary game. One short excerpt is in his (much cleaner) room, where he's set up cans. He's apparently taken the roomba robot ransom, and has it topple cans he's collected over time. Finally the video cuts out entirely for a while, and an hour or two later, there's an audio entry. On purpose, this time.]
[>>voice]
I...
[Okay, it's not that easy like it was before. He has to muster up what he wants to say. He's been thinking of how to do this for a while now...]
I was bad. I should've listened and made the mask go away... I should've been good. I promise I'll try my best now; I'll be someone good. 'Cus dad's always watching... in—[he slaps his hand over his chest, unseen on the audio-only reply] in my heart, he'll always be there for me, so I have to make him proud. I have to make all my friends proud.
If you have friends, you should... 'stick with them'. It's really important.
I'm sorry if I hurt them before, when they tried to help...
[shuffle. silence.]
... I'm really sorry.
[mainly for you, kazama. he's not sure if you even wanna be his friend or talk to him anymore...]
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