Vash the Stampede (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
goldenglasses) wrote2013-10-12 08:57 pm
goldenglasses) wrote2013-10-12 08:57 pm
[Action/Voice]
Action - Backdated to Thursday Oct 10th
[Vash pulled himself out of the tunnels after a visit with John. He walks a short distance away from the entrance. He didn't feel different. Everything seemed like it was before he went down to have his death penalty removed. Did it not work? Or was this Rem not that-
Then suddenly with that thought images of Rem bombard his brain. Every thought. Every memory he's had of her comes rushing back to him. He falls to his knees, his eyes shut tight, hand clutching at his head as the images flash and try to settle into his mind. Then they shift to the actions and things he had said over the past year without these memories. He- he had... what had he done?
He screams in utter anguish. People can find him, dressed in a pair of brown slacks and a brown long sleeved shirt. His head pressed to the ground and his long hair down around his face, hiding the tears streaming down his face. Shoulders shaking he'll kneel there for several hours before he'll eventually push himself back up to his feet and head to his apartment in town.]
Rem, I'm so sorry, Rem!
Voice - Today
[Vash took a few days to sit quietly in his apartment as memories assaulted him as they tried to right themselves in his mind. Eventually they did settle and he felt whole once again. Calmly he looked himself over in his mirror. He shaved, cut his hair, and styled it up for the first time in a year. He remembered now. What it meant. It was the style she had so loved. He then moved to his closet and in the back, forgotten was his red coat.
Silently as he shook it out and cleaned it he thought over the past year. He had allowed so many people to die. With very little thought or care. Even if here in Luceti they came back, it did not make it right. What of the bomb that he had allowed to be set off? How many lives may never come back because of that?
What could he do to ever repay them? How could he ever fix this? Right now, he doesn't know the answer. All he knows is that he'll just have to keep living in order to find out. He slips his coat on and picks up his journal.
He takes a deep breath. Steady. The first step will at least be to spread Rem's message once again. In his own flair that is. He puts on a big smile and opens the journal up.]
Hey there, Luceti! The weather is getting colder and the trees are all kinds of fun colors! It's a real good day to be alive! The Malnosso may try to get us down and upset sometimes, but don't forget! That the world is made of LOVE AND PEACE! Come on everyone! Say it with me now! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE!
[And yes, he's doing this motion at the camera as well.]
[Vash pulled himself out of the tunnels after a visit with John. He walks a short distance away from the entrance. He didn't feel different. Everything seemed like it was before he went down to have his death penalty removed. Did it not work? Or was this Rem not that-
Then suddenly with that thought images of Rem bombard his brain. Every thought. Every memory he's had of her comes rushing back to him. He falls to his knees, his eyes shut tight, hand clutching at his head as the images flash and try to settle into his mind. Then they shift to the actions and things he had said over the past year without these memories. He- he had... what had he done?
He screams in utter anguish. People can find him, dressed in a pair of brown slacks and a brown long sleeved shirt. His head pressed to the ground and his long hair down around his face, hiding the tears streaming down his face. Shoulders shaking he'll kneel there for several hours before he'll eventually push himself back up to his feet and head to his apartment in town.]
Rem, I'm so sorry, Rem!
Voice - Today
[Vash took a few days to sit quietly in his apartment as memories assaulted him as they tried to right themselves in his mind. Eventually they did settle and he felt whole once again. Calmly he looked himself over in his mirror. He shaved, cut his hair, and styled it up for the first time in a year. He remembered now. What it meant. It was the style she had so loved. He then moved to his closet and in the back, forgotten was his red coat.
Silently as he shook it out and cleaned it he thought over the past year. He had allowed so many people to die. With very little thought or care. Even if here in Luceti they came back, it did not make it right. What of the bomb that he had allowed to be set off? How many lives may never come back because of that?
What could he do to ever repay them? How could he ever fix this? Right now, he doesn't know the answer. All he knows is that he'll just have to keep living in order to find out. He slips his coat on and picks up his journal.
He takes a deep breath. Steady. The first step will at least be to spread Rem's message once again. In his own flair that is. He puts on a big smile and opens the journal up.]
Hey there, Luceti! The weather is getting colder and the trees are all kinds of fun colors! It's a real good day to be alive! The Malnosso may try to get us down and upset sometimes, but don't forget! That the world is made of LOVE AND PEACE! Come on everyone! Say it with me now! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE!
[And yes, he's doing this motion at the camera as well.]
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