06 September 2012 @ 11:22 pm
[ it's a good day to be Spitfire. amazing, actually. ]

[ he's alive, his feet are working, the wind is howling in his ears and the flames that seem to burst from his heels are coloring the sky red and orange. ]

[ he's holding the camera as he makes his way on top of the bank so the picture is shaky. it becomes more steady as he slows down and eventually stops to draw a breath. yeah, look at that, he's breathing. ]

[ once he faces the camera he tries to look serious but can't hide that certain glimpse of joy and euphoria that you get when you run until your lungs burn. ]


I owe you one, Sky King.
 
 
20 August 2012 @ 12:01 am
[ cursed to yearn for the sky but at the same time bound to the ground by a trade. what a cruel thing to happen to an A-T rider. Spitfire's voice is practically shaking with emotion. he shouldn't be making any posts right now. ]

Haha, the sky has never seemed this distant before...

I thought that I had seen the bottom of the well before, but this... this is something else. A fate worse than that of Icarus.
 
 
02 August 2012 @ 09:56 pm
Dear Network, I have two questions for you. Answering them won't take long, I promise.

[ since Spitfire lost his ability to walk in a trade he's gotta find other ways to amuse himself while he can't run. (for a month!! ack.) making stupid posts on the network will be one of them. ]

First: when did you last have a haircut? Was it ten years ago? I can tell. Some of you could really use one.

[ this is where he somewhat chuckles to himself. ]

As for the second one... if someone asks you out to do stuff, it's a date, right?
 
 
 
06 July 2012 @ 07:18 pm
Anyone out there looking for a roommate?

The place I'm after doesn't have to be anything too fancy no used tissues all over the place is pretty much all I'm asking for but a balcony would be nice.

It would be temporary, I'll move out once I get my business running. [ what business that is, he's going to reveal later. ]


filtered to Kogarasumaru )
 
 
24 June 2012 @ 09:30 pm
[ what a better way to start your day than enjoy a cup of tea and some music while you slurp it in your local tavern? ]

[ it's been a quiet morning so far, but Spitfire's already by the piano, playing a cheerful tune just like every other morning. few bullet holes are visible on the piano, but otherwise it's polished and correctly tuned. you can tell the pianist takes good care of it. especially after you see the plaque that's leaning against it. "TOUCH THE PIANO AND THERE WON'T BE ENOUGH LEFT OF YOU TO SNORE."]
 
 
15 June 2012 @ 06:11 pm
[ A guy with red hair is smiling faintly at the camera. He looks a bit lost and embarrassed. The look you could easily picture on the face of a tourist looking for the restroom. ]

Can anyone tell me the way to Heaven? I must have taken the wrong turn.

[ He scratches his head and chuckles. ]

I didn't sign up for this, you know. That death was glorious and it didn't lack drama either. It all served a purpose. Did you even see it, God? A hero like me shouldn't end up in Hell – not even by mistake, haha...

[ He pauses as if he's listening to some distant noise. ]

And what's with the ticking?