idealism: (the difficulty setting is too high.)
[Coming from the dumping site in the woods, Tsuzuki staggers into town, disoriented and sleepy from the kidnapping. Shivering, he hurries over the nearest bridge, past number 12, 15 and 17 and pushes his way into the nearest doorway. He really can't wait to get a good night's sleep without worrying that he'll be poked with Sharp Pointy Things.

[He has, unfortunately, walked into the absolutely wrong house. Tsuzuki blinks, lost.]

[It's really not his day today.]
idealism: (Uncomfortable)
That was a weird shift.

In any case, the hospital is up to speed again, so could the patients that walked out during the shift please come back?

[He chews on the tip of his pen thoughtfully. There's not much to do until someone needs help. So since it's as close to a break that he can get, he picks a cookie out of his lunch bag.]
idealism: (Astonished)

[Today Tsuzuki's network post is arranged by his two sock-puppets. Literally. He's wearing a colorful sock on each hand, trying to be anonymous. One of the sock-puppets hold up a sign with a flying, fat baby on it. It's holding a bow and arrow.]

Greetings everyone!

My name is Sock!

My name is Sock Too!

Today we're going to talk about

Valentine's Day! )
idealism: (I speak in hearts.)
[Tsuzuki is distracted - he has rounded up snow by the center of the town, and is in the process of making a snow creature out of it. Unfortunately, it looks like he has no talent for making these things.]

[His snowman looks livid, has large glasses and a tie. That's as far as he gets before he goes inside the bakery to warm himself up. He opens the communicator.]

Just for your information, it looks like we were running out of mittens and scarves.
idealism: (do not want)
[Tsuzuki's talking to someone off camera, oblivious that he's transmitting their conversation to the whole town. He sounds upset.]

What do you mean 'Link's moving out'? Can't we at least talk about this?
idealism: (Playing "Fetch the empath!")
[Tsuzuki looks at the camera, slightly troubled. His furry ear twitches as he turns towards the door. He goes to check on it, apparently whining softly.]

Did you hear that?

[ooc: Tsuzuki's dressed as a puppy. I will be responding with [ profile] puppybegsyou instead of [ profile] purpledemoneyes sometimes.]
idealism: (Default)
[Tsuzuki's sitting on the grass a little outside of town. He's looking for spirits to talk with, but he's having little luck. He plays with his book instead, placing flowers in it so he can press them later.]

I've been thinking about sleep lately. Do you have any recurring dreams? If so, what do you think they mean?
idealism: (Bloodied blink)
I'm so sorry. I know that's not enough, but.... To the people I hurt, I know you probably can't forgive me, but I'm still so sorry.

[Audio end.]

Fuda # 6

Jul. 16th, 2010 12:25 am
idealism: (freaking out)
[It's a beautiful, sunny day. The temperature is apparently between "boiling point" and "molten lava", and every sane person is inside, hugging their air conditioner.]

[Except for this guy. Tsuzuki is searching the grass outside House 49. He looks downright distressed, sitting on his knees and brushing his fingers through the lawn and dirt. When he's down with one patch, he hurries to the next one, not caring much about the heat even though his body does.]

It has to be around here somewhere...
idealism: (Looking away)
[OOC: Pretend I posted this days ago! D: Tsuzuki had a little run-in with River earlier. Being him, he thought he'd limp stagger walk the injuries off on the way home. He's still kind of dazed about all of it, really. It might just be the blood-loss speaking.]

[The feed comes on by accident, showing a very quiet shinigami. He's carrying one wing under his arm as if it was a newspaper, and his shirt is no longer white. Tsuzuki winces as he bends down to untie his shoes, but he'd determined to be as quiet as he can about going inside.]

Fuda # 3

May. 28th, 2010 07:05 pm
idealism: (dreaming look.)
[Tsuzuki is sitting outside in the warm weather. He's making small paper cranes, which transforms into birds. This drains on the remains of his magic. Some fly off, while others grow tired and fall to the ground.

He also, for some reason, have several water balloons resting by his ankles that he looks like he has forgotten.]


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