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三 [Accidental Video/Action]
Apr. 20th, 2010 08:50 am[Action if any of Japan's family wants to be in the room at this very moment. He's currently off on his own, and I assume this takes place after threading with China and noticing all the furniture in the freaking room is rearranged. This can be next day. Writing scenes like this is difficult.
At the first few signs of the creepy voices in his head telling him to die, he had locked his sword away somewhere, and only had a gash on one of his arms that he bandaged rather quickly. That hadn't stopped anything, though, as he found different ways to.. well.
The video feed starts as the communicator crashes to the floor. Japan is sort of cowering on the floor of his room's kitchen area, a bloody knife lying carelessly on the other side of the room, and his hands gripping a bloody spot on his stomach. Purple is Japanese.]
No, no.. so many voices at once, are they my people? My people would not ask such things of me.. No, no, no, they wouldn't, this sort of thing stopped long ago, this is different, completely different, so many voices at once.. [There is some coughing, and he leans over in pain before struggling to his feet. If anyone is home, he is not aware of it. He's kind of. Out of it right now.]
Everyone else has gone insane. It's not supposed to be me, as well... What's going on here? I am strong but.. my body can't take this, I can't take this, I need to...
[There's some stumbling as he vanishes from screen, sloppily digging through the moved furniture and the cabinets for any first aid items. After some more crazy cabinet noises, the video times out.]
At the first few signs of the creepy voices in his head telling him to die, he had locked his sword away somewhere, and only had a gash on one of his arms that he bandaged rather quickly. That hadn't stopped anything, though, as he found different ways to.. well.
The video feed starts as the communicator crashes to the floor. Japan is sort of cowering on the floor of his room's kitchen area, a bloody knife lying carelessly on the other side of the room, and his hands gripping a bloody spot on his stomach. Purple is Japanese.]
No, no.. so many voices at once, are they my people? My people would not ask such things of me.. No, no, no, they wouldn't, this sort of thing stopped long ago, this is different, completely different, so many voices at once.. [There is some coughing, and he leans over in pain before struggling to his feet. If anyone is home, he is not aware of it. He's kind of. Out of it right now.]
Everyone else has gone insane. It's not supposed to be me, as well... What's going on here? I am strong but.. my body can't take this, I can't take this, I need to...
[There's some stumbling as he vanishes from screen, sloppily digging through the moved furniture and the cabinets for any first aid items. After some more crazy cabinet noises, the video times out.]
