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caughtinanetwork2012-04-28 11:53 pm
and_yellow) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-28 11:53 pm
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Dream/Video (Backdated).
"If you do not feel as strongly... you shall not stop me."
An echoing tease that always loops in his head, even in silly dreams. But this one gleams with something special... yet dark. Hilbert is sitting in a lonely chair, complete with a lonely room that has very little decoration. White pasted on the walls and concrete, but facing a music box. It's just as lonely, singing those words. It's mocking him. An unfinished melody he traded for... for what?
"They can't see you, Hilbert."
He gasps, his deadened expression animated with shock. A different melody. A different taunt. The boy motions towards the box, but it welcomed by the rush of water giving him a forceful push from behind. Seemingly from nowhere, but gladly grasping his form and lungs. He coughs, desperate for oxygen and the reach of the musical box floating nearby. It continues to sing:
"They can't see you, Hilbert. They can't see you."
"No, no, no!" the boy wants to scream, but the liquid takes his words and simply chokes. He's reaching, the tip of his finger barely touching the wooden surface. It takes one more try, one more reach. Barely managing to keep himself afloat, he tries for one last stretch--
"Who is Hilbert?"
God. No. Please no, stop it.
"I don't know." "Who is that?" "Who?" "Who are you?"
Voices that he recognizes, each a little squeeze around his throat. The boy with a permanently serious expression. The girl who always smiled. The boy with green hair. Faces among faces that matched each voice, unable to make certain who he was. They were fading away into the distance, each and every one of them. Even the most frequent, a dreadfully sweet voice that matched the face of a particular girl. Hilbert allowed his weight to carry him down, eyes locked on the girl as he slowly lost consciousness. She has golden curls. She stands at the bottom as if she could easily breathe through this terror. Tilting her head, she mouths "who are you?"
[Hilbert wakes with a shuddering startle, his vision blurred with tears and feeling warm with sweat. He flutters his eyes before rubbing his face sore, murmuring to himself. Choking into a sob, Zorua crawls from under the covers and curls up at his side. Eventually quietening into light breathing, he says one clear thing to himself:]
Stupid.
(ooc: /punches formatting in the FAAAACE)
Action.
[And he supposes that labels him as a "food runner." It's a quick moment before Hilbert returns with washed potatoes and a few other materials. Of course Mom-Hilbert would know how to make pasta as well!]
Action.
[As she looks around for a pot and to boil some water, she looks down at potatoes and the onions. ...Would it be a good idea for her to cut some of them into pieces. After all, she was clumsy...]
Action.
So, who is this Italy guy?
Action.
He's one of the first friends that I made here! He taught me how to make pasta and we were playing up in the beach! He's a really nice person too! Um...why do you want to know?
Action.
I'm just curious, that's all~ [WIDENED, TEASING EYES.] Beach time too, huh?
Action.
Hilbert, we're just friends, that's all! [Can you see her blush though?]
Action.
[H-Hilbert don't point with the knife. That's for cutting, not pointing.]
Look! You're blushing!
Action.
[And she takes a step back as she looks at his knife!] Ah, be careful, Hilbert! You might hurt yourself with the knife!
Action.
[Putting that down. RIGHT. Just going to jab with his finger now. I'm being your nosey girlfriend, Bianca, tell me everythinggg.~]
Sorry, but come onnnn. I think it's sweet, actually.
Action.
Really? Hm...[ponder ponder] Haha, I guess it is! But we're still just friend though!