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anemoi2012-01-11 09:26 pm
alchemygeek) wrote in anemoi2012-01-11 09:26 pm
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003 ۞ action;video
[PRIVATE]
He stumbles into the hallway, his little brother holding onto the sleeve of his pajama shirt. His parents stand at the end of the hallway, his father wearing a coat and holding a bag.
"What're you boys doing up so early?" his mother asks him, her voice a little nervous.
"Al needs to pee," he replies, yawning as his little brother rubs the sleep from his eyes.
His mother comes over and ruffles his hair affectionately. "And you're helping him? What a good brother. Thank you, --." He sees her mouth move, but he still doesn't hear his name.
Rubbing sleepily at his eye, he looks up at his father, wondering why he is dressed to go outside. And for a moment there's silence, as he father looks back at him. And then his father's expression changes, hardens.
"Bye." That was all his father says as he opens the front door, letting dawn's first light creep into the little wood frame house.
And then the door shuts. And the light is gone.
He drops his head into his hands. Damnit. It'd been so nice, remembering the little white house he'd grown up in, with the big tree outside and all the flowers his mother grew. His mother too... she was nice. Warm and loving. A good mother. His little brother was always following him around, hanging off of him. But that was okay. He wanted to be a good big brother, take care of Al. And then there was the family down the road from them. The mother, father, grandmother, and little girl. The couple were doctors, and the grandmother made the metal limbs like the ones he had. The girl was the same age as him, and they often played together. The memories had been so nice.
And now this.
Damnit.
Why? Why had his father left? Why had his father looked at him like that? Had he done something wrong? Didn't he love them? His first memory had left him with an impression of distance from his father... but this one...
He didn't understand.
[ACTION]
[Having procured himself a red winter coat and a pair of heavy white gloves, he's up on a roof, helping to shovel the snow off.]
[Or... well, he's supposed to be.]
[But he's currently pecking off unsuspecting pedestrians with snowballs.]
[VIDEO]
[He stares at the camera for a moment. And no, he's not sitting in the dark place so the slight redness of his eyes is harder to see, nope.]
'Bout time I got something more informative.
[And then the feed ends.]
[Memories: 1% spent on watching Hohenheim in his study, 3% spent on Resembool, the Elric house, the Rockbells, and Hohehheim leaving. 4% remaining.]
He stumbles into the hallway, his little brother holding onto the sleeve of his pajama shirt. His parents stand at the end of the hallway, his father wearing a coat and holding a bag.
"What're you boys doing up so early?" his mother asks him, her voice a little nervous.
"Al needs to pee," he replies, yawning as his little brother rubs the sleep from his eyes.
His mother comes over and ruffles his hair affectionately. "And you're helping him? What a good brother. Thank you, --." He sees her mouth move, but he still doesn't hear his name.
Rubbing sleepily at his eye, he looks up at his father, wondering why he is dressed to go outside. And for a moment there's silence, as he father looks back at him. And then his father's expression changes, hardens.
"Bye." That was all his father says as he opens the front door, letting dawn's first light creep into the little wood frame house.
And then the door shuts. And the light is gone.
He drops his head into his hands. Damnit. It'd been so nice, remembering the little white house he'd grown up in, with the big tree outside and all the flowers his mother grew. His mother too... she was nice. Warm and loving. A good mother. His little brother was always following him around, hanging off of him. But that was okay. He wanted to be a good big brother, take care of Al. And then there was the family down the road from them. The mother, father, grandmother, and little girl. The couple were doctors, and the grandmother made the metal limbs like the ones he had. The girl was the same age as him, and they often played together. The memories had been so nice.
And now this.
Damnit.
Why? Why had his father left? Why had his father looked at him like that? Had he done something wrong? Didn't he love them? His first memory had left him with an impression of distance from his father... but this one...
He didn't understand.
[ACTION]
[Having procured himself a red winter coat and a pair of heavy white gloves, he's up on a roof, helping to shovel the snow off.]
[Or... well, he's supposed to be.]
[But he's currently pecking off unsuspecting pedestrians with snowballs.]
[VIDEO]
[He stares at the camera for a moment. And no, he's not sitting in the dark place so the slight redness of his eyes is harder to see, nope.]
'Bout time I got something more informative.
[And then the feed ends.]
[Memories: 1% spent on watching Hohenheim in his study, 3% spent on Resembool, the Elric house, the Rockbells, and Hohehheim leaving. 4% remaining.]