Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
skaterbrain) wrote2014-04-25 01:57 pm
skaterbrain) wrote2014-04-25 01:57 pm
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☆18 [voice | action]
The house was too quiet. He woke up after the craziness of the past two weeks wanting to reconnect with his sister, but when he'd gone looking the house was too quiet. There was the chicken still, sure, but otherwise the usual sounds were missing. Beat had never been a very observant person, but it was hard to miss silence. He searched the house room by room, went to All Passions, checked the school, then came back to the house and stared at the vacant room. There were drawings, a letter, a personal item or two and a familiar necklace.
It only meant one thing.
After he finished screaming and punching holes in walls that would inevitably fix themselves, Beat found himself sitting in the middle of a trashed living room, looking at raw knuckles and realized other people needed to know. Someone had to remember her in case he ever disappeared.
Someone had to know she existed.
[Audio]
Rhyme's gone.
...She-- She's gone.
All Passions's closed 'til...I dunno. Sometime.
Rainbow kid, it's jus' you an' me now.
... [He tightens bruised fists around a bell charm and it rings dully.]
Beat out.
It only meant one thing.
After he finished screaming and punching holes in walls that would inevitably fix themselves, Beat found himself sitting in the middle of a trashed living room, looking at raw knuckles and realized other people needed to know. Someone had to remember her in case he ever disappeared.
Someone had to know she existed.
[Audio]
Rhyme's gone.
...She-- She's gone.
All Passions's closed 'til...I dunno. Sometime.
Rainbow kid, it's jus' you an' me now.
... [He tightens bruised fists around a bell charm and it rings dully.]
Beat out.