[ video -- 1] Week Twelve, Day Three
[There is the greeter of Himorogi, that tree almost everyone wakes to, and, sitting before it, a man in blue, dark head bowed. One leg is bent at the knee, while the other is tucked under it. The dark trench across his shoulders is only slightly ruffled, most likely, from his position. For a while, all is still, nothing daring to break the silence, not even little breaths to tell that this man is alive. The only thing that gives proof he continues to draw breath are eyes that represent charcoal, with a twinkle of something, something unreadable at the moment. He says nothing, seems to be lost in this daydream of his before he scoffs lightly, closing his eyes and lifts his gaze towards the world beyond.]
I guess I really did it this time. [It seems subdued, less lively than what he might be capable of. His slight smile is bitter, a failed attempt at a smirk. Those eyes open again, a flicker of sadness before its gone and he looses a breath not loud enough to be heard, but with a the noticeable magnitude of a sigh.
He seems to be taking in the scenery, a weight settling on his shoulders. He appears no more worried about this place than someone who's been through this before, but that brief flash of resignation and sadness that were completely imaginary tell another story, one that he probably won't share.]
I don't believe in things like this. [It's dry, an attempt at humor. He settles back against the tree and looks up at the leaves and the sky.]
Nice try, though.
[He shifts his legs, kicking the Hitomi on accident. Feeling it, he sits up, stares down at the piece of machinery with obvious confusion, brows creased just enough to be noticeable. A gloved hand reaches out to pick it up, taking up the whole of the screen for a minute until its finally adjusted. Another gloved hand in cupping his chin, black eyes staring down with a sudden interest.]
Well, what do we have here? [He waits no longer before the thumb of the hand cradling the Hitomi moves and begins pressing for buttons that aren't there and ending the video.]
I guess I really did it this time. [It seems subdued, less lively than what he might be capable of. His slight smile is bitter, a failed attempt at a smirk. Those eyes open again, a flicker of sadness before its gone and he looses a breath not loud enough to be heard, but with a the noticeable magnitude of a sigh.
He seems to be taking in the scenery, a weight settling on his shoulders. He appears no more worried about this place than someone who's been through this before, but that brief flash of resignation and sadness that were completely imaginary tell another story, one that he probably won't share.]
I don't believe in things like this. [It's dry, an attempt at humor. He settles back against the tree and looks up at the leaves and the sky.]
Nice try, though.
[He shifts his legs, kicking the Hitomi on accident. Feeling it, he sits up, stares down at the piece of machinery with obvious confusion, brows creased just enough to be noticeable. A gloved hand reaches out to pick it up, taking up the whole of the screen for a minute until its finally adjusted. Another gloved hand in cupping his chin, black eyes staring down with a sudden interest.]
Well, what do we have here? [He waits no longer before the thumb of the hand cradling the Hitomi moves and begins pressing for buttons that aren't there and ending the video.]