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Lithuania ([personal profile] vytis) wrote2011-07-04 02:11 am

dvylika; action/phone

A; 1333 Benny Road
[Lithuania has been around the house all day, except for occasional fits when he'll walk several blocks in a circle. He isn't saying much--well, except when he's spouting off about what a great holiday this is and how they should all see fireworks later.

He knows something's wrong, it's like that droning thing he'd seen happen to other people, but it didn't happen all the way for him, and his mind fought violently against the intrusion of unwanted memories. After all, he had always lived in Mayfield, he'd never even been to Lithuania--

No. No. No.

He scrubs the counter for the fifth time.]


B; Phone
I guess this is just Mayfield again, right...? So it'll go away soon... [He sounds unsteady.] Eduard, are you--no. Estonia. Are you alright? Miss--Miss Ukraine, what about you?

[He can't remember what they would be called in Lithuanian, the thinness in his voice is incredibly obvious.]

I hope the fireworks will be--No. Um, Miss Koharu, are you alright? I was talking to your m--

[He growls, frustrated.]

B

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-04 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I'm doing quite well Mr. Lauriantis why do you ask--no...I got that wrong didn't I? I'm sorry Lit--Mr. Lauriantis. Did you speak to my mother? We're all going to the fireworks later won't that be fun?

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-04 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Valentine's day? Um I made chocolates and--gave them...to you?

[She sounds so flustered and confused] W-Why would I give you chocolates Mr. Lauriantis--

And kiss you--wait we were--

[confused noise]

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Doing something to my mind? What--

A-Are we in a relationship? Did I forget that? I'm sorry I forgot it all. This is like those shows back home--.

[No that wasn't right either]

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
But we--oh. Oh. Right.

[ogod so emabarassed] S-Sorry Mr. Laur--Lithuania. Lithuania.

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Why would I want to remember that awful dream. It's so nice here. . .

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
I died once before that but I was droned, remember, and no one would tell me--

Wait no--I went to school and all that last month. I remember getting out of school.

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
No don't be silly, I'm still here--

It was such a weird dream...turning to stone and I couldn't move and I just died there in the corner. No one noticed, I just...all those angels--

But it was just a dream! Nightmares happen right, Mr. Lauriantis?

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Should have what? It's just a dream...nightmares seem real sometimes. You can't help me in my dreams...

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
I think we took a drive didn't we--how inappropriate really--I'm surprised Mother let me.

[No]

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
...Was there?

. . . And I got my rifle. I think.

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Right. And you had a tank--

Why did you have a tank?

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
That's how I got my rifle...Oh. Oh I keep forgetting things--people try to remind me and I forget and it's just...so nice here.

[identity profile] willbeurweapon.livejournal.com 2011-07-05 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
I know--I should--just

Everything is so...I never had to hurt in Mayfield--not how I remember. I grew up with Sora and we went to school together and you and I met a long time ago when you were a few years ahead of me in school and--

And it's not real...I went to school in Japan.