goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Fuck.)
The Dream )

[A green eyed cat watches as her pet tosses and turns in his bed. He was usually so quiet when he slept that this was all just a bit unnerving to her. She tries a few meows to try to wake him, but it fails and she moves to jump onto him. Only as Kuroneko jumps from the desk to the bed Vash's journal falls to the floor. It shows nothing but the darken floor, but the audio picks up everything for those up early around 3am.

It starts off with unintelligible moaning. The very keen ears might be able to pick up a few words like: Stop. Light. And jumbled pleading. It grows in intensity and volume until suddenly the mutter stops and instead breaks into a scream.]


AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHH! GRAHHHHAAAH! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE NOT AG- [The scream cuts off as Vash fully awakens. Unable to catch his breath and breathing rapidly for a moment before the sounds of his feet hit the floor and they go running off out of the room followed by a door being slammed open. The audio goes quiet after that until Vash is finished emptying his stomach and returns to his room. Crying softly as he does.

Alert him to his open journal? Or for those who would rather speak to Vash in person the next day he'll be people watching at the fountain. Only lacking his usual cheerful smile and lost in distant thought as he sits on the fountain's edge.]

goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (I'm not going to cry... I'm not - *SOB!*)
[Accidental Voice]

[Vash had been mentally preparing himself for this day. Yet, he still wasn't ready when May 9th came around. The day his life had changed forever. For whatever reason his journal kicks itself on and it catches sight of Vash cleaning a large cross. Only one of the arms is open showing a row of handguns. Vash is very carefully giving the Cross Punisher a full tune up and cleaning. At the moment he's got one of the smaller handgun apart and checking it for any possible malfunctions before giving it a cleaning and putting it back in it's place.]

Hard to believe it's been another year already. [He talks out loud to himself. Or his two cats as he's unaware the journal turned itself on.] Noah would be two years old today. I'm sure that kid is doing just fine. After all, with parents like that no wise person would stand a chance messing with him.

[He dabs at an eye that's starting to water.] Don't worry; kid. We haven't given up on you. It may take a little more time, but I promise to find you. I will. [His hands slip and he ends up dropping part of the gun. With a soft chuckle he picks it up again. Dropping things when no one was around to see. It just wasn't like him.] Heh. Opps.

[Vash falls quiet as he continues on his chore. His back turned to the camera, but he often drops things and has to pick them up again. The outlaw's shoulders start to shake the more his fingers fumble and yes, those are soft sobs that can be heard. Thinking he's alone he's not at all ashamed by his tears.] I just... I really hope- where ever you are... I hope you have a happy birthday, Noah.

[Action]

[When he's finished his task Vash will clean himself up and hit up his usual haunts as he leaves the ice building. Helping with the flowers at Azalea. Working with a happy smile and having lunch at Seventh Heaven. Now that his death penalty was removed he'll pick up a "light" snack of a dozen doughnuts from the bakery. Munching them as he takes a short walk around the forest before winding up in Good Spirits to end the day.]

[Action]

Jul. 21st, 2012 09:54 am
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Missing you)
[Those who know Vash may have been noticing slight differences about him the past week to two weeks. He's not around as much, taking longer and longer walks through the forest. Visiting the spot where he once fought Wolfwood and Legato more and more.

Today he leaves his house extra early and spends most of the day at that spot. He has his journal and will answer it if someone wants to get a hold of him, but will not be using it himself. He'll return to the village later in the evening and finds a quiet place to sit at Good Spirits with a bottle of cheap whiskey.]


There's so much life in this place... and yet... [No one knows the terrible things I've done.]

[He'll be there until the place looks like it's about to close up before stumbling his way back home. It's on his way that he takes his journal out and speaks into it with the slightest slur to his voice.]


[Voice]

On this day, back home... the city of July was destroyed. I know - I know you all couldn't know the people there. I just, I just don't want them to ever be forgotten and how they lost everything in a single moment. [He stops speaking for a moment. His voice breaking as tears start to fall from his eyes.] And I'm so sorry.
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Not afraid to cry)
[Vash has started to keep to himself more the past couple days. Rem's arrival had almost made him forget this day, but he could never really forget.

Today he heads out early, trying to leave the new house before anyone else is awake. He finds a spot near the fountain to do some early morning people watching before getting up and heading to the bakery. He stops outside, knowing this isn't really where he wants to be, it's just habit. He turns and heads to the flower shop instead. He doesn't stay long, just long enough to make sure that everything is still running smooth without Aerith.

He checks the time to duck over to Good Spirits quickly. He wants to be there and gone before Meryl's shift. He orders a couple of beers before he starts growing restless again. This wasn't right either. What was he suppose to do on this day? How could he ever fix this mistake?

Without much thought he grabs a couple bottle and heads out into the forest. He walks for a bit before just sitting down against a tree inspecting his find. People said this blue stuff was strong, now seemed to be a good time to try it out.

Some point in his drinking his journal falls out of his pocket and starts to record. For awhile it records very little until suddenly-]


CRASH!

[There's the sound of a whiskey bottle shattering as it's thrown against a tree. It's followed by silence that is slowly broken by soft sobs.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I - I didn't mean to.

(ooc: Anyone who wants to talk to Vash before he gets himself drunk is free to call for him over the journals! He'll have it on him all day! Or run into him pretty much anywhere.)
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (I can TOO be emo!)
[Vash hasn’t been having a good week. Shortly after this failed conversation Wednesday evening with his brother, he’s weaving his way through town trying to get himself to the clinic. Blood has stopped spilling from a deep cut just above his fake arm on his left. His right is still bleeding a bit and his bigger problem. The collar bone having been neatly cut through. His head is a bit cloudy from the pain and blood loss, but he keeps going in a fairly straight line.

It’s after he gets treatment that he then faces the part he’s been dreading even more than facing his brother. He opens his journal, but it takes him awhile to write out a filter with his sore arms.]


[Filtered from Knives, Legato, and Yuber // 88% Unhackable]

[Even after the filter goes up he’s quiet for a long time. Unsure how to start.] I… I’m sorry, but… [A long pause. He takes a long deep breath, then slowly lets it out and forces himself on.] But there was a man dead out in the woods. I… I’m not sure who he was. I’m sorry. [Damn it, Knives.]

He had short, dark hair. I’m sorry I don’t know much more than that. He was already gone when I found him. I… I’m sorry if you knew him. [Yeah, too bad Vash doesn’t know that Jack is immortal and is probably already alive again by the time he makes this post. Of course, he doesn’t know that, so now that he’s not bleeding to death, and has at least one - mostly - useable arm, he’s heading back out to take care of the body if the Malnosso haven’t gotten to it yet. (Or you know… the body hasn‘t walked off yet!)]
goldenglasses: (Why'd I have to get the hicky there?)
[He was dreaming, he was out in the forest, but this wasn’t like most of the dreams he had that were in the forest. He was fighting someone, but who…? Legato? No! It was---!!] Wolfwood! [His stressed brain works over time as it seems to take everything in at once. He’s in his room. Something cold on his wrist - handcuffs - his ankle too. The end of the fight comes running back to him. Wolfwood was alive and taking safety measures.

Good. He deserved to be chained up like a monster. Just thinking about what he’d done makes his stomach turn. Without even really thinking about it he slides himself up trying to bring his knees to his chest. He should call for Wolfwood, make sure he was alright and to get out of these chains, but… he just couldn’t look him in the face right now. I tried to kill him. Ugh. He lowers his head; afraid he really was going to be sick.

Then sometime after one of his roommates have set him free and he can get to his journal he‘ll put up a filter, although it takes him a long time to speak into it after it goes up.]


[Filtered from Legato // 100% Unhackable]

[At first his speaking is very quick and precise, like he’s rehearsed this. That won’t last long though.] Everyone, I’m sorry, if you spoke or met me recently that… it… it wasn- [A sigh and maybe what could be the sound of a piece of paper being crumpled.] I can’t say it wasn’t me, it was… but I would never… what I said these last couple weeks, I would never normally say or do those things. I am so sorry. So, very sorry. [He not even going to bother to ask you all to forgive him.]

[Filtered to Kaori // 100% Unhackable]

Are you alright? I… I’m so sorry that I hurt you.

[Written to Legato // 100% Filtered.]

[Vash hesitates on this. He’s pretty sure Legato would also rather pretend the last couple weeks didn’t happen, but still, Vash couldn’t do that. He also couldn‘t bring himself to speak it either. So after a long pause he quickly scribbles.]

Thank you.

[This post may or may not have been made from within Vash’s closet. He knows he has to go back outside at some point - even just to make sure Legato hasn’t gone on a rampage - he’s just not ready to face people yet.]

[Action]

Sep. 28th, 2010 09:07 am
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Missing you)
[Today is the day Vash hates the most out of the year. The anniversary of the “Big Fall”. The day the ships crashed into the planet Gunsmoke. The day Rem died. He heads out early and quietly, his usual smile gone, he can’t even muster enough energy to put up the mask of a smile he usually wears.

Most of the day he’ll be sitting quietly around the square to people watch. Seeing people going about their days, looking happy to be alive, usually helps, but not today. Eventually he takes out the harmonica he’s been learning how to play and attempts to play Sound Life, but can’t get it just right. He gives up after a couple attempts and bows his head into his hands.]
  I’m sorry Rem… I haven’t… I… [I killed someone. I haven’t taken care of Knives. I left you. You were here and I wasn’t there to protect you again… And now he’s crying.

Later, when he can get a hold of himself, he’ll wander out deep, deep into the forest. A spot he picked because he felt not many people visited this area. This is where he planted the flowers that Rem left behind. He tends to them and spends a few hours practicing the Earth magic he knows.

As it starts to grow dark and cold he winds up at Good Spirits. He‘s got a bottle of whisky next to him up at the bar, but he‘s nursing that glass in front of him. Glasses pushed up on his head, even if he is indoors, and head bowed. He‘s not crying, just exhausted after a trying day.]
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Still a momma's boy)
[Today started like most mornings for Vash. He got up, did a little bit of training, took a shower, then started breakfast. There was something missing though as he got started. Wasn’t Rem usually up by now? As his bread turned to toast, he went to check on her to see if she would like anything for breakfast. After not getting any response from some light knocking, he quietly opened the door.]

Rem, are you awa- [All of her things were gone and Rem was nowhere in sight. All that was left were her flowers. He quietly shut the door and picked his journal up off the kitchen table.]

[Voice]

For those that knew her. Rem, she- [Long, long pause.] she’s been sent home.

[Action]

[Meryl, if you’re home you have about forty seconds to come find him before all you’ll have is a note saying that Rem was sent home, he went for a walk and would be back later. Whether Meryl catches him in time or not, he’ll eventually head straight into the forest as he just can’t stay in the apartment right now. He’ll walk for a long time, going deep into the woods before he realizes that this is dangerous. He’s not paying attention to anything around him, so he’ll climb up into a tree in the hopes to stay clear of at least some of the dangers in the woods.]

[Action]

May. 9th, 2010 02:36 pm
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (Missing you)
[Today, like most days, Vash is out in the forest. He’s settled himself down next to a patch of flowers. He’s been thinking a lot lately, maybe too much, as he just sits running his fingers through the grass and looking around.] I wish… I could share this with all of you.

[He sits quietly for a while before tears start slip down his face.] Damn it, Raven…

[Why can’t he ever save any of his friends? This isn’t a good time to be homesick on top of it all.]

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