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Lomachislots War - Lost Childhood (Original) ~
Director of Music:
"Three days?" Phineas questioned, his voice cracking slightly as the panic he had tried to hide, slipped, rising in his throat at the limited time he had.
But of course he should have known it would have been at least three days. Bodies decay. And Andy was...was....gone. Phineas's right arm, straight down to his cane was shaking, as he tried so very hard to come to terms with it. He took a couple of short, shallow breaths, but that merely increased his anxiety. He himself had never believed in the after life, or God, or anything of that sort. What Phineas had, was a difficulty in believing in the whole concept of faith. Faith wasn't based on logic and experience. Faith was just blindly believing in something so feverently, it was almost sickening. And now, for the first time in his short life, Phineas sorely hoped that there was something after this life.
For one, it would put Phineas's mind in some kind of ease, no matter how selfish that reason was. And another was that just knowing that Andy was in a better place, Andy would be happy. Andy would make even heaven a better place than it already was. With his easy going personality, his loose, goofy grin, his tousled hair...
And that just made Phineas cringe even more, and hate rise even more in him as he wanted to go and stick the people who had done this to Andy. Someone, who didn't deserve to die. This was why Phineas thought...no, believed, that there was no God. Why would God let something like this happen to someone so innocent as Andy? Phineas thought, a civil war raging in his head.
Kasawa Lanford:
Yoko watched the boy, knowing that he was in deep thought. With a subtle sigh she walked over to the window and opened it to allow the fresh cool air inside, she then turned slightly toward him. "Shall we go?" she asked softly.
Director of Music:
Phineas gave her no reply as he stiffly made his way again across the hard floor. Although he was walking, his mind was off somewhere else.
How could he just leave Andy like this? How could they just bury him, and then move on? Stopping in his brooding thoughts for a second, another memory flitted in. One, a very long time ago, or so it seemed, where he and Andy had been in the grass fields at their old school. Andy, as always, laying down, relaxing. Phineas stopped, haltingly, letting the memory wash over him.
"Andrew. You're going to get in trouble if you don't hurry up. And pray tell...why are you not wearing your uniform?"
"Oh, Finny. Relax! And I told ya to call me Andy." Andy grinned up at him. "It's a wonderful day, and these kind of days are best spent with your best pal...which you are.".
Phineas cursed softly to himself as he started to move again. It had not even been a full 24 hours and here he was, already missing the figure laying forlorn so damn much.
Kasawa Lanford:
Yoko continued to watch Phineas and followed in his stride, she knew he was preoccupied by how she had to correct his walking every now and then - so that he wouldn't crash into one of the many path lights that were present along the concrete path.
As they closed toward the dormitory, Yoko caught sight of some students who were staring out their windows. Some were curious as to why a student was outside the dorms, others seemed to have figured it out, while at least a few were wondering if Phineas was above the law, those students got a glare from Yoko and a telepathic message that caused them to close their windows and disappear from her sight.
Director of Music:
It was like he was walking in a dream, nothing seemed to be real. How could it be reality? No, Phineas decided, it was definitely a dream. He was floating a long, it felt like, and the only thoughts that swirled around him was his. No other external force was prominent. He couldn't feel anybody looking at him, at this moment, Phineas was on a one track mind.
Sooner or later, they arrived at the dorms, Yoko assisting Phineas on the bed. Phineas hardly felt it, his weary bones eased up as his breath evened out, succumbing into a fitful sleep.
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