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tushanshu2013-03-23 12:16 am
poeticverses) wrote in tushanshu2013-03-23 12:16 am
Verse 03 -- Video
[It is not a happy Jean Prouvaire who greets the world today.
Those who don't know Jehan might be able to tell that something's off. He almost looks sick, but not quite, and his clothes are in disarray. Those who do know Jehan?
They can tell right away that something is terribly wrong with the Romantic poet. He hasn't been out of his house in a few days--he hasn't left his house much at all since a few days before the snow day, actually, but in the last few days he's been a total recluse--and hasn't been seen on the network since Courfeyrac's last post. He's not looking at the feed like he normally does, his hands seem to be shaking a little, and he just seems off. Sleep has clearly been eluding the poet, too.
It takes a few minutes before he speaks. When he does, his voice is lacking his usual emotion. Still gentle, Jehan could never be anything but, but it's a bit flat]
I...I was wondering if someone...
[He bites his lip before trying again]
A-a flute. Does anyone know where I might--
[Another pause, this one longer. Jehan closes his eyes and shakes his head, reaching up to turn the feed off]
No, never mind.
[Just before he cuts the feed, the sounds of him starting to cry can be heard]
Those who don't know Jehan might be able to tell that something's off. He almost looks sick, but not quite, and his clothes are in disarray. Those who do know Jehan?
They can tell right away that something is terribly wrong with the Romantic poet. He hasn't been out of his house in a few days--he hasn't left his house much at all since a few days before the snow day, actually, but in the last few days he's been a total recluse--and hasn't been seen on the network since Courfeyrac's last post. He's not looking at the feed like he normally does, his hands seem to be shaking a little, and he just seems off. Sleep has clearly been eluding the poet, too.
It takes a few minutes before he speaks. When he does, his voice is lacking his usual emotion. Still gentle, Jehan could never be anything but, but it's a bit flat]
I...I was wondering if someone...
[He bites his lip before trying again]
A-a flute. Does anyone know where I might--
[Another pause, this one longer. Jehan closes his eyes and shakes his head, reaching up to turn the feed off]
No, never mind.
[Just before he cuts the feed, the sounds of him starting to cry can be heard]
voice;
voice;
voice;