Chihiro Fujisaki (千尋 藤崎) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
codeforhope) wrote2014-03-16 06:01 pm
codeforhope) wrote2014-03-16 06:01 pm
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001 | Video/Action for New Bark
[A video appears on the feed with the sound of a Pokemon crying out happily, slightly muffled and at a bit of a distance. ”Goon! Gooon!” The feed shudders a bit, the surroundings shifting until whoever is on the other side finally gets their PokéGear angled toward themselves. Coming into view is what appears to be a young girl, and from the way their voice sounds in addition there’s nothing that could lead anyone to believe otherwise. This is in fact not the case, and rather she is a he. Still, the outfit he’s currently wearing seems to be made specifically for girls...]
Hello. ..Um. ...
[The child on the other end hesitates, pausing before trying to start again.]
My name... is Chihiro Fujisaki. I’m…not sure where I am...or what is going on, exactly.
[There’s a pause as the feed shifts once again, Chihiro moving to carefully sit in the grass instead of standing. The second he does a Zigzagoon climbs into his lap, nudging his head fondly against the underside of the boy's chin. He's not entirely sure what to do, obviously slightly unsure of the furry creature in his lap, but he seems friendly at least. After a pause he gently pets the Pokémon who continues to sit happily in his lap. Chihiro has arrived slightly overwhelmed by...well, everything, so it’s a moment before he’s able to continue.]
Or...how I got here, but.... Naegi-kun, Oowada-kun, Ishimaru-kun...um...Asahina-san...
[He quickly prattles off all the names of his classmates that he can remember off-hand, before realizing that a huge list of names won’t probably mean much if they...aren’t actually around. That thought strikes him hard for a moment before he takes a breath and continues, his grip on the ‘Gear tightening.]
...and everyone else. If any of you are here, from Hope’s Peak, please answer. Something...something must have happened. I mean, I’m outside again...and not...
[Chihiro seems unsure of what else to say, whatever he was saying dying on his tongue with his voice wavering slightly towards the end, so he dips his head a bit before cutting the feed.]
Hello. ..Um. ...
[The child on the other end hesitates, pausing before trying to start again.]
My name... is Chihiro Fujisaki. I’m…not sure where I am...or what is going on, exactly.
[There’s a pause as the feed shifts once again, Chihiro moving to carefully sit in the grass instead of standing. The second he does a Zigzagoon climbs into his lap, nudging his head fondly against the underside of the boy's chin. He's not entirely sure what to do, obviously slightly unsure of the furry creature in his lap, but he seems friendly at least. After a pause he gently pets the Pokémon who continues to sit happily in his lap. Chihiro has arrived slightly overwhelmed by...well, everything, so it’s a moment before he’s able to continue.]
Or...how I got here, but.... Naegi-kun, Oowada-kun, Ishimaru-kun...um...Asahina-san...
[He quickly prattles off all the names of his classmates that he can remember off-hand, before realizing that a huge list of names won’t probably mean much if they...aren’t actually around. That thought strikes him hard for a moment before he takes a breath and continues, his grip on the ‘Gear tightening.]
...and everyone else. If any of you are here, from Hope’s Peak, please answer. Something...something must have happened. I mean, I’m outside again...and not...
[Chihiro seems unsure of what else to say, whatever he was saying dying on his tongue with his voice wavering slightly towards the end, so he dips his head a bit before cutting the feed.]
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It's a terrible feeling he's suddenly having. He wants to be alone so he can think, yet he wants to be with the rest of his classmates.
...]
I'm...I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
[He reaches up with one hand and brushes the tears from his eyes, though it doesn't help that much. He hasn't broken down completely into tears, if anything. ...No, he's better than that. He promised himself he would be.]
..I don't....know w-what to ask.
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[The urge to ollie out is strong and getting stronger by the minute; still, guilt will make her stick things out a little longer, at least.]
...If it's...not all right that I call you Fujisaki-kun, I understand. But that's...something I know, also.
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It isn't hard to answer the next thing she says, somehow. He'd been preparing himself to tell them for so long...it feels so surreal.]
...Fujisaki-kun is fine.
[There's a pause where he looks away, biting his lip. ...Well, she doesn't look it, but he has to ask.]
You're not...upset with me, a-are you?
....f-for lying....I mean.
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[Let's just neither one look at the camera, then, that's certainly helping things.]
No, if I were asked what I feel toward you...my answer would be "gratitude". And "admiration".
That's how it is.
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Certainly not gratitude. Not admiration.
By now the tears have finally escaped to roll silently down his cheeks, but he manages to bite back his emotions before he can properly begin to cry. He just....doesn't understand.
Why. Why would....you admire him? What...has he done that's admirable?
He's quiet for a while, sniffing as he once again struggles to calm himself down. He can feel his Pokemon companion licking his face again, this time working to clean the tears away, whining now with concern.]
I...I see.
[That's not quite...what he wanted to say, there, but nothing else would come out.]
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All right, then. Time at last to do what Kirigiri does best — aside from being a detective (and a downright horrible person), that is.]
Speak to the others, Fujisaki-kun. I'll...let you get settled in, for now.
[Now's a good time to end the call and disappear for a while, and that's precisely what she's going to do.]