LUCETI POST [voice/action]
[What with the draft and Keiichi's recent hospitalization, to say that House 22 had been tense was an understatement, to say the least. True, things had been getting better- Keiichi was healing (and supervised) and Rena looked less like she was about to burst into tears at any moment, but Satoshi still found it hard to stay inside the house. It's a constant feeling of walking on eggshells that he's all too familiar with.
After school today, instead of going inside, Satoshi just stares at the door to his new home before dropping his schoolbag on the grass of the front lawn before flopping on the yard himself, craning his neck upward to look at the overcast sky. After a moment in this position, he leans backwards into the grass, allowing himself to lay full-length on the ground, reaching up and folding his hands at the back of his head. True, perhaps it wasn't the best weather for it, but...there's something so inherently peaceful about laying in the grass, allowing himself to doze and letting the wind blow across him.
Had this been his own home in Hinamizawa, Satoshi wouldn't have dared. Too much to do. His aunt would come out and shout at him for being so lazy. Sometimes Satoshi realizes he doesn't miss those days, right before he pushes the thought away in a panicked jolt of guilt.
He lays out there for a while, his journal open beside him, half-dozing and half-listening to the babble of voices coming from it. Anyone can come across him, say hello, throw something at him, etc...but after a while, he leans up onto his elbow and faces the journal, reaching out to switch the voice on.]
Ahh...there's been a lot of new people lately. I guess this is that "New Feather" thing that was happening a couple of months ago?
Umm...I'm sure someone has already told you, but...welcome to Luceti anyway.
I'm Satoshi. [A pause. Almost like he's reluctant to say the next part.] Houjou Satoshi. Umm...I haven't been here long, but if there's something I can do for you, don't be scared to ask, okay?
And...[Another pause. A longer one.]
...Can I ask you guys to keep an eye out for my sister? She's called Satoko- a little girl with short, blonde hair. I...I know she'd be scared if she woke up here all alone, and-
[I couldn't handle that.
She's crying because of me.]
...I don't want her to worry.
[The next question he wants to ask takes longer. In fact, people might think he had just forgotten to turn it off. But it comes out eventually, hesitant and reluctant. It's not something he really wants to face.
But it was worrying- Keiichi had been fine before he left for that war. Was the draft really so stressful that it would drive a teenage boy to want to die? Just thinking about it made his stomach knot up. Keiichi was the same age as he was. If he had to go...Satoshi could be be next.
What if Satoko came here, just like he did?
How would he protect her?]
...Umm...
...
...If I wanted to learn how to fight...who would I ask?
After school today, instead of going inside, Satoshi just stares at the door to his new home before dropping his schoolbag on the grass of the front lawn before flopping on the yard himself, craning his neck upward to look at the overcast sky. After a moment in this position, he leans backwards into the grass, allowing himself to lay full-length on the ground, reaching up and folding his hands at the back of his head. True, perhaps it wasn't the best weather for it, but...there's something so inherently peaceful about laying in the grass, allowing himself to doze and letting the wind blow across him.
Had this been his own home in Hinamizawa, Satoshi wouldn't have dared. Too much to do. His aunt would come out and shout at him for being so lazy. Sometimes Satoshi realizes he doesn't miss those days, right before he pushes the thought away in a panicked jolt of guilt.
He lays out there for a while, his journal open beside him, half-dozing and half-listening to the babble of voices coming from it. Anyone can come across him, say hello, throw something at him, etc...but after a while, he leans up onto his elbow and faces the journal, reaching out to switch the voice on.]
Ahh...there's been a lot of new people lately. I guess this is that "New Feather" thing that was happening a couple of months ago?
Umm...I'm sure someone has already told you, but...welcome to Luceti anyway.
I'm Satoshi. [A pause. Almost like he's reluctant to say the next part.] Houjou Satoshi. Umm...I haven't been here long, but if there's something I can do for you, don't be scared to ask, okay?
And...[Another pause. A longer one.]
...Can I ask you guys to keep an eye out for my sister? She's called Satoko- a little girl with short, blonde hair. I...I know she'd be scared if she woke up here all alone, and-
[I couldn't handle that.
She's crying because of me.]
...I don't want her to worry.
[The next question he wants to ask takes longer. In fact, people might think he had just forgotten to turn it off. But it comes out eventually, hesitant and reluctant. It's not something he really wants to face.
But it was worrying- Keiichi had been fine before he left for that war. Was the draft really so stressful that it would drive a teenage boy to want to die? Just thinking about it made his stomach knot up. Keiichi was the same age as he was. If he had to go...Satoshi could be be next.
What if Satoko came here, just like he did?
How would he protect her?]
...Umm...
...
...If I wanted to learn how to fight...who would I ask?