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poly_chromatic2014-01-19 04:49 pm
mumbled_truth) wrote in poly_chromatic2014-01-19 04:49 pm
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║ ninety-sixth stanza ║ action / video
[ action ]
[ If you're out in the City today, you might catch sight of a young man - one who is gazing around, examining his surroundings, clearly out of place. He's a new arrival, by his count.
Of course, some might recognize him - he looks quite a bit like Todd Anderson, though he's got a couple of years on his usual City counterpart. The light tracing of a goatee, a shaggier and more unruly hairstyle.Though he's come from an academic campus, working on his graduate studies, he's clearly claimed his individuality and expression, perhaps affected by the ideas beginning to form in the early 1960s paired with the impressions left on him by a high school teacher whose influence he won't soon forget.
As to where he is, he has no idea about any of it. No idea that any old friend may be here, nor of the life his other self has lived. He has no inkling that there may be ghosts lurking here that he had thought were far behind him now. ]
[ video ]
[ At a certain point, the man does uncover the device that's slipped in his pocket and, turning it over and over, gradually figures it out. It looks like something out of a movie, some crazy future. Then again, all of this seems that way...
It's hours later before he's managed to read a few things on it, but he's beginning to get the idea. After a number of false starts, this is where he succeeds-- a light is on. That means something, right? ]
Um... hello?
[ He gives a nervous smile. ]
So I don't really know what I'm doing with this... thing, but I hope I'm doing something.
[ With a slight hesitation, he clears his throat. ]
People out here tell me there, uh... there isn't any way to go back home. I guess I'll hear the same thing here, too.
[ So he shrugs. ]
So... what am I supposed to do?
[ ooc: Feels like the first time ... just several years later. ]
[ If you're out in the City today, you might catch sight of a young man - one who is gazing around, examining his surroundings, clearly out of place. He's a new arrival, by his count.
Of course, some might recognize him - he looks quite a bit like Todd Anderson, though he's got a couple of years on his usual City counterpart. The light tracing of a goatee, a shaggier and more unruly hairstyle.Though he's come from an academic campus, working on his graduate studies, he's clearly claimed his individuality and expression, perhaps affected by the ideas beginning to form in the early 1960s paired with the impressions left on him by a high school teacher whose influence he won't soon forget.
As to where he is, he has no idea about any of it. No idea that any old friend may be here, nor of the life his other self has lived. He has no inkling that there may be ghosts lurking here that he had thought were far behind him now. ]
[ video ]
[ At a certain point, the man does uncover the device that's slipped in his pocket and, turning it over and over, gradually figures it out. It looks like something out of a movie, some crazy future. Then again, all of this seems that way...
It's hours later before he's managed to read a few things on it, but he's beginning to get the idea. After a number of false starts, this is where he succeeds-- a light is on. That means something, right? ]
Um... hello?
[ He gives a nervous smile. ]
So I don't really know what I'm doing with this... thing, but I hope I'm doing something.
[ With a slight hesitation, he clears his throat. ]
People out here tell me there, uh... there isn't any way to go back home. I guess I'll hear the same thing here, too.
[ So he shrugs. ]
So... what am I supposed to do?
[ ooc: Feels like the first time ... just several years later. ]
action;
[There's an edge of relief. He knows he won't have Todd forever-- there's a life waiting for him. He's always known that, but it's impossible to pretend, sitting across from him. Knowing Todd is all right is a close second, if they can't be together.]
I'm so sorry about... [You know. He'd go on, but the words catch in his throat.]