Henry (
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savetheearth2014-01-16 12:46 pm
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[So, after that incident with the keys and the other kids he went with, Henry had only felt that hollow heartbeat inside of him when he and the other kids escaped. His mind had been focusing on him nearly getting Phillip killed that he didn't really take much notice over the pulse he had received. It wasn't a memory and he hadn't felt or looked any different. Maybe it was just a hiccup that he felt. Nothing really important.
Though that night he had pretty much been his usual distant self to Mr.Trill. Yeah, that didn't go over too well. Needless to say he was sent to up to his room without dinner tonight. Wow. That's a punishment that hasn't been used since forever, he thinks. He'd only be allowed supper when he apologized but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
But, the hunger was getting to him. He was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and his eyes drift over to a sheet of paper on his bed side table. Picking it up he stared at it for a long while. Maybe if he just believed it was a chocolate bar he could eat it without gagging.
Shutting his eyes he brings the paper to his mouth. Just believe it's a chocolate bar. Believe. Believe.
And when he brings it to his mouth, it's sweet and chocolatey.
Wait, what? Henry opens his eyes...and wouldn't you know it; it's a chocolate bar. Henry almost can't believe it, but that paper he was holding magically became a chocolate bar. No way. He has to try it with something else. So he picks up an eraser and then thinks hard that he's holding a hotdog.
And before his eyes it just shifts into hotdog.
Best. Power. Ever.]
[So, on his dresser mirror he writes with marker on the surface his number. For once he's actually smiling. He feels the need to show off just a bit.]
So I think I just got back the coolest thing ever. Look.
[He holds out a pencil to the mirror and he just thinks: "I believe it's a sword" and almost instantly the pencil shifts into a sword.]
I wonder what else I could make. Having a car would be kind of cool to have. I don't think anyone in my grade has one yet.
Though that night he had pretty much been his usual distant self to Mr.Trill. Yeah, that didn't go over too well. Needless to say he was sent to up to his room without dinner tonight. Wow. That's a punishment that hasn't been used since forever, he thinks. He'd only be allowed supper when he apologized but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
But, the hunger was getting to him. He was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and his eyes drift over to a sheet of paper on his bed side table. Picking it up he stared at it for a long while. Maybe if he just believed it was a chocolate bar he could eat it without gagging.
Shutting his eyes he brings the paper to his mouth. Just believe it's a chocolate bar. Believe. Believe.
And when he brings it to his mouth, it's sweet and chocolatey.
Wait, what? Henry opens his eyes...and wouldn't you know it; it's a chocolate bar. Henry almost can't believe it, but that paper he was holding magically became a chocolate bar. No way. He has to try it with something else. So he picks up an eraser and then thinks hard that he's holding a hotdog.
And before his eyes it just shifts into hotdog.
Best. Power. Ever.]
[So, on his dresser mirror he writes with marker on the surface his number. For once he's actually smiling. He feels the need to show off just a bit.]
So I think I just got back the coolest thing ever. Look.
[He holds out a pencil to the mirror and he just thinks: "I believe it's a sword" and almost instantly the pencil shifts into a sword.]
I wonder what else I could make. Having a car would be kind of cool to have. I don't think anyone in my grade has one yet.
Private Voice
What's this got to do with sword fighting lessons?
[Because it doesn't look bad?]
Private Voice
Second, that's Luke's handwriting. He thought that was a good idea. And that sword he has? I taught him how to use it.
[Angry huff.] Before you get to it, I know you're not Luke, and no, I don't actually think you'd go do something like that. But I didn't think he would, either. So excuse me about being slightly less willing to give weapon lessons right now!
[Another sigh, but it's a more resigned one. He's been angry about this for so long, and sometimes it just burns him out of energy.] Gimme some time, okay? I probably will. Just . . . wait a bit.
Re: Private Voice
People were going around hunting the Keys? And worst off it was Luke who wrote in response to going?
Oh.God. He doesn't want to believe that's the case, but, he's pretty sure Toushirou isn't about to lie about something like this. So his focus isn't on weapons anymore and more on the fact that Luke has become a psycho.]
Then shouldn't we stop him? He can't do that! They may be evil but killing them is wrong no matter what the case!
Private Voice
[He's a bit more lenient about the whole killing thing than Henry is, honestly. He'd wanted to go after the Keys right after Phillip got shot. But he'd managed restraint. And while Toushirou has never had to kill anyone so far, if it's what he has to do to protect somebody in immediate danger . . . he probably will.]
Private Voice
[It's more like endangering them all and possibly getting everybody killed.]
We need to tell him again. That he could be ruining a lot of families lives if he kills them.
[After all, the Keys can't be ALL bad...maybe they didn't have a choice. And if they did maybe they could change.]