Tsuzuki Asato (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sweetdeath) wrote2009-04-27 07:19 pm
sweetdeath) wrote2009-04-27 07:19 pm
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[010 | voice, Japanese]
[the sound of footsteps can be heard under Tsuzuki's voice, and the occasional soft ghostly whisper]
Does anybody know where Hisoka went? He still hasn't come back, and it's dark out there now.... I must have lost track of time up on the roof. Man, it's dark in here. The lights aren't working, are they? Anybody know why not?
Come to think of it... has anyone seen Watari since day before yesterday?
[a click, and a few snapping noises]
Oh, come on.
[Snap.]
That's better! At least I can see... a--
[A nearly deafening clatter as the communicator hits the floor, somehow managing not to turn itself off in the fall. The voice is farther away now, spiraling up into hysteria.]
No. No. You're wrong. You don't know me. Who are you? Who are--
[thudding and scraping.]
No! Go away! I am-
[A hoarse sob, and the communicator cuts off abruptly.]
[[ooc: comment logs only; Tsuzuki found his room covered with "You will never be human" and the word never repeated across all of the walls. He's tried to scrape some of them away, but the words are re-written over the smears. Tsuzuki himself is huddled in a ball against the smeared wall.]]
Does anybody know where Hisoka went? He still hasn't come back, and it's dark out there now.... I must have lost track of time up on the roof. Man, it's dark in here. The lights aren't working, are they? Anybody know why not?
Come to think of it... has anyone seen Watari since day before yesterday?
[a click, and a few snapping noises]
Oh, come on.
[Snap.]
That's better! At least I can see... a--
[A nearly deafening clatter as the communicator hits the floor, somehow managing not to turn itself off in the fall. The voice is farther away now, spiraling up into hysteria.]
No. No. You're wrong. You don't know me. Who are you? Who are--
[thudding and scraping.]
No! Go away! I am-
[A hoarse sob, and the communicator cuts off abruptly.]
[[ooc: comment logs only; Tsuzuki found his room covered with "You will never be human" and the word never repeated across all of the walls. He's tried to scrape some of them away, but the words are re-written over the smears. Tsuzuki himself is huddled in a ball against the smeared wall.]]
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[Slipping his hands back into the pockets of his coat, he kept walking.]
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[He glanced to the side at the small girl, wondering just what her story was. It seemed rude to ask... rude, and as if it would break the stillness lingering between them. Between the ghosts and the disappearances, there had been little enough peace and quiet for the last few days.]
Besides, you're being awfully kind to me too, you know. I appreciate it.
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Well, you're my friend... friends look after other friends, right?
I just... wanted to make sure you were okay. My friends went out to look for the ghost's sister, and they... I thought you wouldn't be coming back, either, and I wanted to do something. Even if I'm not that useful at fighting or anything like that... I needed to make sure you weren't hurt.
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...Sorry to hear that. I... well, they ought to be okay, right? Around here, even if the worst happens - it isn't permanent.
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They... they will be okay. I know it. But... it's hard, you know? To think they had to go through all of that. I'll be alright, though... knowing they'll be back helps.
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