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savetheearth2014-05-15 11:13 pm
theboywiththebook) wrote in savetheearth2014-05-15 11:13 pm
Entry tags:
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- persona 3: pharos,
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- trigun: vash the stampede
Sixth Page | Voice
Lately, Henry's time at home has become rougher. The fosters were getting fed up with Henry's attitude around the house. The seclusion, the secrecy, and the constant sneaking out of the house. Little did Henry know that it was actually much worse than the fosters just not liking him.
He arrived home after school that evening intending to slink off to his room when he heard a discussion between the Trills in the kitchen. Curiosity getting the better of him, Henry went to go listen.
"He's just getting worse. I don't know how much longer I can put up with him," Mrs. Trill had said sounding quite exhausted. "I know. Seems like nothing gets through that little head of his. Jesus, remember last time when he showed up at the doorstep right after what happened downtown? He didn't even say a word he just went right to his room," Mr.Trill said indignantly. " Something's not right with him and I'm not keeping him around if it turns out he's some whack job. He's going to simply have to go," Mrs.Trill said finally. Henry had only peeked inside just momentarily to see a nod of agreement from Mr.Trill. "Will send him back next week," was Mr.Trill's final word on the subject.
That was it. He was getting stuck back into the system. Well, not if he could help it. He didn't want to end up losing all his memories of what had happened here. He wasn't going to walk around like some semi-content idiot not knowing what was coming like the rest of the population.
No. He was leaving on his own terms. And that very night he packed the few possessions that mattered most to him (for everything else he could just recreate) and left.
[Later, he took shelter in some kid's tree house a couple streets away. No video this time because nobody needed to see that he had been crying for the last several hours. The idea of even admitting this to anybody and especially on the stupid network was embarrassing. But, realistically he couldn't survive on his own. Sure his magic may be able to create food and some things that could let him live on his own, but he couldn't create a place to hide. Sooner or later someone would find him, bring him to the police and then send him out of Locke to who knows where. At least with people they could make sure he was hidden well. He hoped pitifully to himself that if there was any mercy in this universe nobody would ask why, they would just help him. So, with the greatest reluctance he turns on feed and uses the voice feature. Nobody needed to see that he had in fact been crying for the past several hours.]
Look, I'm not going to dance in circles this time: I need some place to go. Like right now. I don't have a place to stay anymore and I can't hide where I am forever. Someone's bound to check this stupid tree house sooner or later.
[And trying to sound a bit more grown up he adds:]
I don't want any questions. Okay? J-just a yes or a no. And don't get the police involved! I don't need to end up on some lab table for the aliens to poke at.
He arrived home after school that evening intending to slink off to his room when he heard a discussion between the Trills in the kitchen. Curiosity getting the better of him, Henry went to go listen.
"He's just getting worse. I don't know how much longer I can put up with him," Mrs. Trill had said sounding quite exhausted. "I know. Seems like nothing gets through that little head of his. Jesus, remember last time when he showed up at the doorstep right after what happened downtown? He didn't even say a word he just went right to his room," Mr.Trill said indignantly. " Something's not right with him and I'm not keeping him around if it turns out he's some whack job. He's going to simply have to go," Mrs.Trill said finally. Henry had only peeked inside just momentarily to see a nod of agreement from Mr.Trill. "Will send him back next week," was Mr.Trill's final word on the subject.
That was it. He was getting stuck back into the system. Well, not if he could help it. He didn't want to end up losing all his memories of what had happened here. He wasn't going to walk around like some semi-content idiot not knowing what was coming like the rest of the population.
No. He was leaving on his own terms. And that very night he packed the few possessions that mattered most to him (for everything else he could just recreate) and left.
[Later, he took shelter in some kid's tree house a couple streets away. No video this time because nobody needed to see that he had been crying for the last several hours. The idea of even admitting this to anybody and especially on the stupid network was embarrassing. But, realistically he couldn't survive on his own. Sure his magic may be able to create food and some things that could let him live on his own, but he couldn't create a place to hide. Sooner or later someone would find him, bring him to the police and then send him out of Locke to who knows where. At least with people they could make sure he was hidden well. He hoped pitifully to himself that if there was any mercy in this universe nobody would ask why, they would just help him. So, with the greatest reluctance he turns on feed and uses the voice feature. Nobody needed to see that he had in fact been crying for the past several hours.]
Look, I'm not going to dance in circles this time: I need some place to go. Like right now. I don't have a place to stay anymore and I can't hide where I am forever. Someone's bound to check this stupid tree house sooner or later.
[And trying to sound a bit more grown up he adds:]
I don't want any questions. Okay? J-just a yes or a no. And don't get the police involved! I don't need to end up on some lab table for the aliens to poke at.