Day TWENTY-ONE is saved, thanks to ME via VIDEO
[he's singing, his young 19-year-old voice slow and heavy, but not deep]
--tops glisten
And children listen
To hear--
[notices that he's not in D.C., and the LP moves as he spins around, the viewer can catch a glimpse of a rather large gun near his hip]
No...no, I can't be back in Nam! I was just--! ...This isn't her. Doesn't feel like I'm going to be swallowed whole.
[he relaxes considerably and pauses as all the memories of Salkia come back to him, and his body moves as he pats his chest where the scars Youji left on his chest are]
...Oh. [he lifts the LP to face him, and he smiles, face not as glowing and bright as some may remember] Hey guys. Guess I'm back. Didn't know I left but...heh, not to worry! Your hero has returned!
[the statement was forced, so painfully, painfully so; he frowns and awkwardly re-shoulders the belts of ammunition he's carrying, followed by him sighing]
Am I still rooming with Itchy-jo--Ken? Just...tag me, I'll be here all night.
[he starts singing again]
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write...
[he turns the LP over, fiddling with it]
May your days be merry and bright...
[turns the video off, but the voice is still on]
And may all
Your Christmases be white...
[the transmission cuts off completely]
[[ooc: "White Christmas" by Bing Crosby played after Ford's speech, and America's got a sappy/nostalgic thing for Christmas in the comics.]]
--tops glisten
And children listen
To hear--
[notices that he's not in D.C., and the LP moves as he spins around, the viewer can catch a glimpse of a rather large gun near his hip]
No...no, I can't be back in Nam! I was just--! ...This isn't her. Doesn't feel like I'm going to be swallowed whole.
[he relaxes considerably and pauses as all the memories of Salkia come back to him, and his body moves as he pats his chest where the scars Youji left on his chest are]
...Oh. [he lifts the LP to face him, and he smiles, face not as glowing and bright as some may remember] Hey guys. Guess I'm back. Didn't know I left but...heh, not to worry! Your hero has returned!
[the statement was forced, so painfully, painfully so; he frowns and awkwardly re-shoulders the belts of ammunition he's carrying, followed by him sighing]
Am I still rooming with Itchy-jo--Ken? Just...tag me, I'll be here all night.
[he starts singing again]
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write...
[he turns the LP over, fiddling with it]
May your days be merry and bright...
[turns the video off, but the voice is still on]
And may all
Your Christmases be white...
[the transmission cuts off completely]
[[ooc: "White Christmas" by Bing Crosby played after Ford's speech, and America's got a sappy/nostalgic thing for Christmas in the comics.]]