Voicemail / Disclaimer
You've reached the phone of Jonothon Starsmore. If it was important enough for you to call, I suppose it's probably important enough for you to leave a message, too. I'll get to it sooner or later, probably.
BEEP.
In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole ( Read more... )
BEEP.
In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole ( Read more... )
Normally, if she couldn’t sleep, Amelia would do something around the house. At home, there was always something to do, since Elena was a baby and Dad was busy. But the house she had been spending this weekend in was already clean and the bookstore was tidy and she didn’t really want to read now anyway, though that was an option.
She couldn’t even practice shooting, since all the guns lying about the place were toys. Ugh. Though it was bad manners anyway to practice with someone else's weapons.
In lieu of reading, or practice, Amelia was poking through the PHS she’d found, admiring the technology and flipping through the contacts to see who she recognized. Since she recognized most of them, that wasn’t very entertaining. Trying to call a few had gotten her nothing but a message that she hadn’t really understood about their world being out of reach.
Another girl might have given up. Amelia, however, was determined to find someone to talk to, never mind that it was edging past eleven at night, and eventually she found a number that didn’t give her an out of reach message.
Hopefully, she thought, Jono wasn’t sleeping.
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So no, Jono most certainly wasn't asleep yet when he answered his phone, though he did sound slightly groggy all the same.
"H'lo?"
It had been an eventful few days.
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(And maybe a little lonely, but big girls weren’t supposed to feel like that and Dad said she had to be good, so she tried really, really hard to pretend she wasn’t.)
“Hello,” she said, her little girl voice very serious, even though she was excited that he’d answered at all. “Are you Jo-I mean, Mr. Jono?”
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"One in the same, though just 'Jono' will do fine," he replied, not quite able to bite back a smile. "Can I help you with something, luv?"
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At eleven at night.
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"That'd be your phone?" He'd really only ever heard one person call a phone that, and found himself grinning a little. Oh, tiny Rosalind. How adorable are you? "And does it work to your satisfaction, luv?"
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That was mostly because phone models changed over time and this PHS was a much newer model than the one her father would have.
Amelia didn’t know that though.
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Amelia shrugged, and then realized he couldn’t see that.
“I think it’s someone else’s but there’s no one else here,” she told him. “And the mail isn’t addressed to me. I hope they don’t mind my staying here, since I think I’m supposed to.”
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Call it a lucky guess.
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Amelia nodded. “Yes, sir.” Sorry about that, Jono. “This is probably her phone. Though all the people in her contacts had really familiar names.”
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Though now he was sorry he was missing this in person. And not just because he was completely bloody exhausted.
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Amelia glanced at the window in the bedroom. Curtains covered it, and she was glad for that.
“The sky was very… big.”
She hadn’t really liked it.
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Somebody had never been to Midgar. Maybe that was for the best, though. Jono had seen some ugly cities in his lifetime, but all of them had at least had sky in one sense or another.
"Are you from a place with not much sky, then, Sunshine?"
In retrospect, 'Sunshine' was possibly not the best endearment for a child who apparently feared the sky. Jono winced, thankful that his expression didn't carry over the phone.
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“That’s not my name,” she said seriously, rebuking him because he should get that right. “And there’s no sky under the plate.”
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Midgar would blow his mind, wouldn't it?
"I've met people who didn't know the sky for a lot of their lives," he noted, thoughtfully. "They grew up underground, hidden away where most people can't see them. It would've been very easy for me to end up where they were. But instead, they came up to us, got to live under the sky. I suppose it was probably overwhelming for them, too, at first."
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