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recolle2017-03-22 11:02 pm
esperimental) wrote in recolle2017-03-22 11:02 pm
open | why such a long face
WHO: Ritsu, with closed threads with Nikolai, Garry, Charlotte, and OPEN in the post itself!
WHERE: At home, then around Apprassage
WHEN: Backdated, Closed 03/06 - 03/08, Open 03/09 - 03/10
WHAT: Ritsu's unfortunate history of head trauma meant he had to stay still and miss a week of class after suffering a silly (but deemed serious enough) bonk in the same place during the blackout. Most students would rejoice over this sort of thing, but Ritsu is not most students, instead he's fretting over his lack of productivity. And so, Ritsu talks more than he's used to, pettily causes trouble for his babysitter, then wanders about aimlessly.
WARNINGS: Talk of bullying and hospitalization with Nikolai, otherwise none
Finally free from house arrest, Ritsu still wasn't cleared for going to school, so he thought he should further familiarize himself with the city that, at the moment, didn't feel like home yet even after a few months of being here. Ritsu doubted it ever fully would, but his parents had been so enthusiastic about his scholarship there that he'd feel like he would let them down if he said he wasn't happy. What was happiness, really? The preteen with no hobbies other than studying--and even that he wasn't sure if he did for enjoyment rather than habit--sure didn't know.
Recollé History Museum
"Huh, you're not on a field trip or something kid?" Ritsu shook his head. The man at the counter looked amused. "Well, you sure are a rare type these days. Don't go getting lost now."
Stopping himself from making a snide remark that he's not that incompetent without an adult, Ritsu went inside, looking around for evidence that the Chocobo has indeed replaced the horse in all forms. Sure enough, he comes across a statue of a Chocobo with its rider, the feathery form looking like it must have been more tedious to craft than its original base that Ritsu would now never see. "No more horses, huh..."
"Horses?" A curator looked at him quizzically.
Ritsu's shoulders tense up at the realization someone heard him. "Oh, um. Nothing."
The curator moved on, and Ritsu looked at the statue again. Maybe he'd find other Retrospec users here? But he supposed there was no way to really tell. At the least, he'd be learning a lot and at his own pace, he always hated how field trips forced you to move on before you could read everything.
Recollé Art Museum
Personally, Ritsu never really cultivated his artistic sensibilities, so he wasn't sure why he was here. He must have really been that bored. Staring at a silly piece that just looked like a bunch of house items tossed and pieced together, he muttered to himself.
"Do people really make analytical essays over this type of thing?"
Some people blabbed about true art being incomprehensible but this was something else.
Apprassage Outdoors
"Excuse me..." Ritsu was getting peckish, and he wasn't really sure where would be a good place to get a bite to eat. Not in the mood to turn and head back home yet, he ends up asking a stranger for a recommendation. Or maybe he just doesn't recognize them from over the Internet.
"Do you know a good place to eat? One that isn't too expensive."
He'd appreciate not having to go all the way to Chata or Tisse which seemed to have the best eateries, but if he had to stick with street food he didn't mind so long as it looked clean.
[ Will match formats! ]
WHERE: At home, then around Apprassage
WHEN: Backdated, Closed 03/06 - 03/08, Open 03/09 - 03/10
WHAT: Ritsu's unfortunate history of head trauma meant he had to stay still and miss a week of class after suffering a silly (but deemed serious enough) bonk in the same place during the blackout. Most students would rejoice over this sort of thing, but Ritsu is not most students, instead he's fretting over his lack of productivity. And so, Ritsu talks more than he's used to, pettily causes trouble for his babysitter, then wanders about aimlessly.
WARNINGS: Talk of bullying and hospitalization with Nikolai, otherwise none
Finally free from house arrest, Ritsu still wasn't cleared for going to school, so he thought he should further familiarize himself with the city that, at the moment, didn't feel like home yet even after a few months of being here. Ritsu doubted it ever fully would, but his parents had been so enthusiastic about his scholarship there that he'd feel like he would let them down if he said he wasn't happy. What was happiness, really? The preteen with no hobbies other than studying--and even that he wasn't sure if he did for enjoyment rather than habit--sure didn't know.
Recollé History Museum
"Huh, you're not on a field trip or something kid?" Ritsu shook his head. The man at the counter looked amused. "Well, you sure are a rare type these days. Don't go getting lost now."
Stopping himself from making a snide remark that he's not that incompetent without an adult, Ritsu went inside, looking around for evidence that the Chocobo has indeed replaced the horse in all forms. Sure enough, he comes across a statue of a Chocobo with its rider, the feathery form looking like it must have been more tedious to craft than its original base that Ritsu would now never see. "No more horses, huh..."
"Horses?" A curator looked at him quizzically.
Ritsu's shoulders tense up at the realization someone heard him. "Oh, um. Nothing."
The curator moved on, and Ritsu looked at the statue again. Maybe he'd find other Retrospec users here? But he supposed there was no way to really tell. At the least, he'd be learning a lot and at his own pace, he always hated how field trips forced you to move on before you could read everything.
Recollé Art Museum
Personally, Ritsu never really cultivated his artistic sensibilities, so he wasn't sure why he was here. He must have really been that bored. Staring at a silly piece that just looked like a bunch of house items tossed and pieced together, he muttered to himself.
"Do people really make analytical essays over this type of thing?"
Some people blabbed about true art being incomprehensible but this was something else.
Apprassage Outdoors
"Excuse me..." Ritsu was getting peckish, and he wasn't really sure where would be a good place to get a bite to eat. Not in the mood to turn and head back home yet, he ends up asking a stranger for a recommendation. Or maybe he just doesn't recognize them from over the Internet.
"Do you know a good place to eat? One that isn't too expensive."
He'd appreciate not having to go all the way to Chata or Tisse which seemed to have the best eateries, but if he had to stick with street food he didn't mind so long as it looked clean.
[ Will match formats! ]
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"It's my fault... that much is true. I... loved my big brother." And that paste tense felt so wrong coming out of his lips. How long had it been since he said those words? But he didn't want it to seem like he didn't care what happened to him.
"... Then I lost my big brother. I don't think he's dead, but he never came back after I got in the hospital. Of course my parents can't just go back to having one son, I know that. I know that... and it still stings every time they bring it up."
They don't blame him at all, but he doesn't see it the same way.
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Nikolai speaks with a careful detachment, trying to hold it apart from his own family experiences. Ritsu's parents seem like nice people; Ritsu himself, despite being very serious, is at least somewhat the same. He thinks. His own family was much less...connected.
"Have you ever said much about your feelings towards your brother to anyone?" He can't imagine Ritsu has, but...
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"I can't just tell them to stop it. Yet the scene's played over in my head countless times... more well wishes, wherever he is, "It would be nice if he was here"... "Shut up", just. Fantasies in one of these parties I flat out toss the plate they set for him on the floor. Scream at them to leave him like he left us. Then they'll stare, ask what's wrong."
A grimace.
"Everything's wrong." By then, he'd at least be satisfied they weren't wearing those pitifully sad smiles-- wear the correct expression, one of loss and reality; but he keeps that part to himself. With a drag of his nails through his face, Ritsu's hands lower back to hover over his lips, words blank, staring at the floor. "I want to hate him, but I don't hate him. I can't. But I'm still... trying."
Because all that anger has to go somewhere, and it's been directed at himself for all this time.
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Even if Ritsu's case is more complex than that. His brother is still alive, somewhere.
"...It sounds complicated," he admits, after a long moment of silence. "I do not really know if I can do much but listen - I am...not experienced with siblings - but...anything you want to tell me, more than that, is fine. It helps to talk about it, I think."
Not that he's talked much about his own issues, but. Well.
Everything's wrong. It's a familiar feeling to him, at least. He can't say he doesn't understand that.
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Ritsu appreciated his guardian's offer, and Nikolai wasn't uncomfortably pushy. But he wasn't sure how much more of this topic he could stomach. It this process was gradual, surely he'd understand.
"I'm supposed to be objective, looking ahead, not trapped in the past. It might've been better if I was an only child like you."
That's how dear people are when they're gone though; if it hurts, badly, then it means something. Ritsu just couldn't see that as good right now. As if to childishly accentuate his dismissal of deeper concern, Ritsu finally returned to eating.
COMES IN EVEN LATER
It might've been better if I was an only child like you. That hurts to hear, but Ritsu couldn't know - and the pain was something he was used to, anyway. He toys with opening up, and then decides that it's better to say something than to say nothing.
"...I was not an only child, but I was never allowed to socialise with my siblings. Then they were gone, and I was unable to."
He doesn't elaborate on that statement, or what exactly had happened to his siblings. But the words seem...ominous.
He goes back to eating too, after a moment.