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discedo_logs2008-09-17 09:01 pm
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Who: Tomoo Manaka (Ryou Naruse) and OPEN
Where: Church
When: A couple of hours after this post.
Rating: G/PG? (subject to change)
Summary: Tomoo reflects on a few words and actions
The log:
Tomoo couldn't quite decide his true feelings on the recent occurrence (he wasn't even sure how to refer to it, at that). He had expressed views that he thought were right, but at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if it should be him expressing them. He was unable to shake the feeling that with every word he spoke in this place, he was becoming more and more of a hypocrite.
None of his words mattered here, none of the people mattered here. Their lives were of little or no interest to him, and polite responses were simply that. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to get to know anyone here better than being able to refer to them as 'acquaintances'. In some respects, he was frustrated by the fact that he couldn't die here; he had been taken from the one thing he had been living for for the past eleven years, to a place where there was, for him, nothing.
If he were to reflect on the poetic nature of this particular circumstance, he might have thought that it was a rather accurate reflection of the empty manner in which he viewed his own life.
That one man - Tomoo thought he had read he was Persian, but he wasn't entirely sure - had managed to affect him, but Tomoo wasn't sure if that was due to his actual words, or whether it was more to do with the fact that Tomoo felt as if no-one here seemed to understand what it felt like to lose everything and not have anyone pay for their crimes - to escape justice because of the justice system.
He didn't want anyone to know how that felt (or rather, he didn't want anyone here to know how that felt).
Tomoo raised his gaze to admire the church. He had been in nicer ones, that was certain, and he was unable to shake the feeling of incredible unease he had whilst in there, but for the most part, he ignored it - after all, it was only right that a devil should feel uncomfortable in a house of God.
Where: Church
When: A couple of hours after this post.
Rating: G/PG? (subject to change)
Summary: Tomoo reflects on a few words and actions
The log:
Tomoo couldn't quite decide his true feelings on the recent occurrence (he wasn't even sure how to refer to it, at that). He had expressed views that he thought were right, but at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if it should be him expressing them. He was unable to shake the feeling that with every word he spoke in this place, he was becoming more and more of a hypocrite.
None of his words mattered here, none of the people mattered here. Their lives were of little or no interest to him, and polite responses were simply that. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to get to know anyone here better than being able to refer to them as 'acquaintances'. In some respects, he was frustrated by the fact that he couldn't die here; he had been taken from the one thing he had been living for for the past eleven years, to a place where there was, for him, nothing.
If he were to reflect on the poetic nature of this particular circumstance, he might have thought that it was a rather accurate reflection of the empty manner in which he viewed his own life.
That one man - Tomoo thought he had read he was Persian, but he wasn't entirely sure - had managed to affect him, but Tomoo wasn't sure if that was due to his actual words, or whether it was more to do with the fact that Tomoo felt as if no-one here seemed to understand what it felt like to lose everything and not have anyone pay for their crimes - to escape justice because of the justice system.
He didn't want anyone to know how that felt (or rather, he didn't want anyone here to know how that felt).
Tomoo raised his gaze to admire the church. He had been in nicer ones, that was certain, and he was unable to shake the feeling of incredible unease he had whilst in there, but for the most part, he ignored it - after all, it was only right that a devil should feel uncomfortable in a house of God.