![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
First Concert - [video/action around Genessia City]
[ It's not the first time he's woken up somewhere he thought he shouldn't be, but it is the first time he was just left alone to walk around freely. Weirdly enough, that makes it more disorienting than the other time. His eye doesn't hurt and it should, it hasn't stopped for years... but there's nothing. There is absolutely nothing other than what feels like freedom and then again isn't. It's a farce, a mockery. 'You are free, you are safe' is what this place seems to want to tell him, yet he's trapped. It's dishonest and disgusting.
Also large unfamiliar in terms of get-up and technology, which is just another distractor. Kohaku feels out of place walking the streets and it makes him feel on edge. He keeps walking for hours just to avoid sitting and thinking, but soon enough has to acknowledge that there is nowhere he has to go. Nobody is here with him to boss him around and in a world seemingly without zombies, an anti-zombie musician is out of a job. He's been tossed away from everything he loathed but also everything that gave him purpose. It's that wretched feeling of aimlessness that finally gets him to pick up his videophone and fiddle with the commands until he gets it. It's dark out when he makes his broadcast, just to be doing something other than shoving around people on sidewalks. ]
So this is it then? Settling down in a nice little utopia pretending it's not a prison? This place gives me the creeps.
[ And now he's talking to... some thing. He regrets it instantly, feeling only like he's already adapting. He makes a disgusted 'ugh'-noise and goes to plant his hand over the camera and shut off the video without any real goodbye. Arriving in style? Going great. Yeah no.
Sitting on a wall in Garden Park, violin case by his side, and plays with a knife absentmindedly. He imagined it'd feel better to get away from the orchestra. It doesn't. ]
Also large unfamiliar in terms of get-up and technology, which is just another distractor. Kohaku feels out of place walking the streets and it makes him feel on edge. He keeps walking for hours just to avoid sitting and thinking, but soon enough has to acknowledge that there is nowhere he has to go. Nobody is here with him to boss him around and in a world seemingly without zombies, an anti-zombie musician is out of a job. He's been tossed away from everything he loathed but also everything that gave him purpose. It's that wretched feeling of aimlessness that finally gets him to pick up his videophone and fiddle with the commands until he gets it. It's dark out when he makes his broadcast, just to be doing something other than shoving around people on sidewalks. ]
So this is it then? Settling down in a nice little utopia pretending it's not a prison? This place gives me the creeps.
[ And now he's talking to... some thing. He regrets it instantly, feeling only like he's already adapting. He makes a disgusted 'ugh'-noise and goes to plant his hand over the camera and shut off the video without any real goodbye. Arriving in style? Going great. Yeah no.
Sitting on a wall in Garden Park, violin case by his side, and plays with a knife absentmindedly. He imagined it'd feel better to get away from the orchestra. It doesn't. ]