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Seventh Firefly - [Video]
Oct. 12th, 2011 01:24 am[Video]
[When the video turns on, it shows Seto sitting on the couch in his apartment, surrounded by dirty, old looking items. Most of them are books and others could just be considered junk; shoes, an empty glass milk and soda bottle, letters, a deflated balloon, a tin can, etc.
But the one in his hand some may recognize to be a cellphone, an old model, but a cellphone nonetheless. It's also pretty old looking, dirt practically staining it brown, replacing the red color it used to be, and some of the buttons are even missing on it. And even though Seto doesn't know how to work a phone of all things, he knows that pressing the button under this thumb will play something.
And so he presses down on it, lighting up the screen though since it's cracked, it shows a bunch of different colors to show it's ruined. Though just a second after it lights up, a girl's voice comes from it:]
"Oops, it's already recording! Okay um....I'm on my way out to say goodbye to this world. I might not make it very far, but even if I only make it one step, so long as time permits me, I want to see the world with my own two eyes. I want to leave proof here that I existed in the world. So, if there's anybody listening to this...please, remember me. Remember that I was alive.
Dang that was pretty gloomy...I should've left it on a more positive note. Ack! I'm almost out of t--" [And there the recording on the phone abruptly ends. Giving the phone a small squeeze, Seto stares at it sadly]
....No matter how many times I listen and read these memories...No matter how long their faces are engraved in my head...I just don't get it!! [His eyes water up, but more in frustration than anything. Realizing his grip on the phone, he puts it down with the other items] How do you figure out how someone died....when they didn't even know what was going on themselves?
They saw it coming but...they didn't even know what it was... [This time he picks up a wrinkled, sepia photograph, staring at it as tears well up in his eyes before reaching over to shut the journal]
[When the video turns on, it shows Seto sitting on the couch in his apartment, surrounded by dirty, old looking items. Most of them are books and others could just be considered junk; shoes, an empty glass milk and soda bottle, letters, a deflated balloon, a tin can, etc.
But the one in his hand some may recognize to be a cellphone, an old model, but a cellphone nonetheless. It's also pretty old looking, dirt practically staining it brown, replacing the red color it used to be, and some of the buttons are even missing on it. And even though Seto doesn't know how to work a phone of all things, he knows that pressing the button under this thumb will play something.
And so he presses down on it, lighting up the screen though since it's cracked, it shows a bunch of different colors to show it's ruined. Though just a second after it lights up, a girl's voice comes from it:]
"Oops, it's already recording! Okay um....I'm on my way out to say goodbye to this world. I might not make it very far, but even if I only make it one step, so long as time permits me, I want to see the world with my own two eyes. I want to leave proof here that I existed in the world. So, if there's anybody listening to this...please, remember me. Remember that I was alive.
Dang that was pretty gloomy...I should've left it on a more positive note. Ack! I'm almost out of t--" [And there the recording on the phone abruptly ends. Giving the phone a small squeeze, Seto stares at it sadly]
....No matter how many times I listen and read these memories...No matter how long their faces are engraved in my head...I just don't get it!! [His eyes water up, but more in frustration than anything. Realizing his grip on the phone, he puts it down with the other items] How do you figure out how someone died....when they didn't even know what was going on themselves?
They saw it coming but...they didn't even know what it was... [This time he picks up a wrinkled, sepia photograph, staring at it as tears well up in his eyes before reaching over to shut the journal]
