Czeslaw Meyer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
devourthemfirst) wrote2012-12-05 02:54 am
devourthemfirst) wrote2012-12-05 02:54 am
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Fourth Misfortune - [accidental video/action]
[When the video turns on, all that can be seen is the gray sky up above and all that can be heard is the sound of one of the rivers close by. All else is quiet and nothing is moving.
However, after a moment, there's shuffling along with a few sniffles. It's obvious a person is there just not visible on the camera. Czes had been walking around in the snow when he tripped and fell. More than likely from a root sticking up from underneath the snow.
He sits up, rubbing his arms before shouting out a name.] F-Fermet!!
[He almost sounds like he’s about to cry. Well, okay he is crying. Tears are falling down his cold, red cheeks and he begins to let out a few choked sobs and gasps. He's cold and he's scared. It’s been a little over a half of an hour since he woke up in this forest and all he’s been doing is walking around trying to find someone--hopefully Fermet--but to no avail.
At least the Malnosso gave him a jacket to wear, though it isn't doing him much good in the long run.
The very same strange men had also given him a book before he passed out then woke up in the forest and told him to keep it safe. Why? He isn’t sure, but he’s been carrying it with him ever since. Like it will protect him if he holds it close enough to him.
The crying continues for a minute before he forces himself to calm down a little, mumbling the same name he shouted earlier to himself.] Fermet... [He sniffles, takes a moment to rub his eyes then shuffles over to the journal. His face finally comes into view of the camera but he doesn’t know it’s turned on. The boy looks to be about six years old, his cheeks and nose are red, his eyes are glossy with tears and hold a look of fear in them.
His face doesn’t stay long on the feed as he shakily picks it up, dusts the snow off of it and closes it to hold it to his chest, which there is where the feed ends.
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A little later on in the day (towards later in the afternoon) anyone close to the plaza may spot a boy kneeling down in the snow. He isn’t making a snowman or snowballs or anything of the like. Instead, he’s pouring sugar and honey onto the snow. And then eating it straight off the ground. At least there's a good few inches of snow and it's not just sitting on dirt.
Snow is delicious, okay?]
However, after a moment, there's shuffling along with a few sniffles. It's obvious a person is there just not visible on the camera. Czes had been walking around in the snow when he tripped and fell. More than likely from a root sticking up from underneath the snow.
He sits up, rubbing his arms before shouting out a name.] F-Fermet!!
[He almost sounds like he’s about to cry. Well, okay he is crying. Tears are falling down his cold, red cheeks and he begins to let out a few choked sobs and gasps. He's cold and he's scared. It’s been a little over a half of an hour since he woke up in this forest and all he’s been doing is walking around trying to find someone--hopefully Fermet--but to no avail.
At least the Malnosso gave him a jacket to wear, though it isn't doing him much good in the long run.
The very same strange men had also given him a book before he passed out then woke up in the forest and told him to keep it safe. Why? He isn’t sure, but he’s been carrying it with him ever since. Like it will protect him if he holds it close enough to him.
The crying continues for a minute before he forces himself to calm down a little, mumbling the same name he shouted earlier to himself.] Fermet... [He sniffles, takes a moment to rub his eyes then shuffles over to the journal. His face finally comes into view of the camera but he doesn’t know it’s turned on. The boy looks to be about six years old, his cheeks and nose are red, his eyes are glossy with tears and hold a look of fear in them.
His face doesn’t stay long on the feed as he shakily picks it up, dusts the snow off of it and closes it to hold it to his chest, which there is where the feed ends.
--- ---
A little later on in the day (towards later in the afternoon) anyone close to the plaza may spot a boy kneeling down in the snow. He isn’t making a snowman or snowballs or anything of the like. Instead, he’s pouring sugar and honey onto the snow. And then eating it straight off the ground. At least there's a good few inches of snow and it's not just sitting on dirt.
Snow is delicious, okay?]
action
He settles back down on his back, looking out the giant glass wall that's there next to the stairs as they go up] Is he nice?
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and Maiza sits by the bed and pauses, for a moment, his hands closing into loose fists before he reaches for Czeslaw's head with his left hand -- his left, still the left -- and placing it softly on Czes' forehead. He pushes at the boy's bangs gently, and pets his head.]
You must be tired. I can sit with you until you sleep, and I'll be in the other room so you won't have to worry.
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He lets himself sink into the bed and blinks sleepily at Maiza. This place doesn't help at all with how tired he is. It's nice and warm in here--much warmer than outside--and the bed is comfortable.
There's a light smile on his face as his hair is played with and he opens his mouth to say "okay" but it turns into a yawn.]
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You want something to eat when you wake up?
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May I have some sherbet...?
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Well I don't see why not, as long as you don't eat too much.
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Okay. [No promises though. And with that, his eyes slowly begin to close, heavy with sleepiness]
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He remembers when Gretto used to be like that.]