[Waking up to find that half a decade has passed (at least for everyone else) in the blink of an eye is one of those things that just doesn't stop being weird.
Not after the extended, full-on weeping phone conversation with his parents. Not after the first dozen familiar faces he sees and realizes they look so much older now. Not even after a long walk through the hallways that had just started to feel like a second home to him -- he can recognize each little change that the reconstruction brought along with it like they'd all been done yesterday. (Relative to his timeline, they basically had.)
It's all a little too much. And so he's fled out into the front courtyard of the Mansion, all by himself, with nothing but a soccer ball at his feet. He doesn't have anyone to kick it around with just now, but that's almost the point. He just wants to send it flying and give chase, catch it on one knee and dribble it back up with steady rhythm...go through all the motions that still feel unchanged to him.
He keeps it up, working through every solo-move and trick he has in his repetoire, from the basic to the flashy to the ridiculous, as he moves around the front lawn's pathways. Only to end up, foot atop the ball, in front of the memorial statue to Ms. Jean Grey.
Please pay no attention to the brown-headed boy standing there and losing it, then, sobbing as discreetly as he can into one of his sleeves.]
Less Sad
[The next morning, there's an unremarkable enough voice-post to the school intranet. The speaker sounds a little distracted -- Shindou's dictating to his phone while he gets dressed -- but there's still an anxious note under all the politeness in his tone.]
Is there a soccer club at the Institute, still? We were just starting to get one organized, back when...[How to describe squads of death-robots coming to murder you and all of your teachers and friends, followed by time itself breaking, all on the same day?] Back during the last semester I was here.
If no one's started it back up, now would be the best time to get together new members for a team. Before everyone's schedule is full-up with other things. I don't want to step on anyone's toes if there's already a club organized, but -
I'd like to see one stay active here. It's important to have something normal to fall back on, sometimes, with everything else that goes on for all of us.
Shindou Takuto | Inazuma Eleven GO! | 10th Grade
[Waking up to find that half a decade has passed (at least for everyone else) in the blink of an eye is one of those things that just doesn't stop being weird.
Not after the extended, full-on weeping phone conversation with his parents. Not after the first dozen familiar faces he sees and realizes they look so much older now. Not even after a long walk through the hallways that had just started to feel like a second home to him -- he can recognize each little change that the reconstruction brought along with it like they'd all been done yesterday. (Relative to his timeline, they basically had.)
It's all a little too much. And so he's fled out into the front courtyard of the Mansion, all by himself, with nothing but a soccer ball at his feet. He doesn't have anyone to kick it around with just now, but that's almost the point. He just wants to send it flying and give chase, catch it on one knee and dribble it back up with steady rhythm...go through all the motions that still feel unchanged to him.
He keeps it up, working through every solo-move and trick he has in his repetoire, from the basic to the flashy to the ridiculous, as he moves around the front lawn's pathways. Only to end up, foot atop the ball, in front of the memorial statue to Ms. Jean Grey.
Please pay no attention to the brown-headed boy standing there and losing it, then, sobbing as discreetly as he can into one of his sleeves.]
Less Sad
[The next morning, there's an unremarkable enough voice-post to the school intranet. The speaker sounds a little distracted -- Shindou's dictating to his phone while he gets dressed -- but there's still an anxious note under all the politeness in his tone.]
Is there a soccer club at the Institute, still? We were just starting to get one organized, back when...[How to describe squads of death-robots coming to murder you and all of your teachers and friends, followed by time itself breaking, all on the same day?] Back during the last semester I was here.
If no one's started it back up, now would be the best time to get together new members for a team. Before everyone's schedule is full-up with other things. I don't want to step on anyone's toes if there's already a club organized, but -
I'd like to see one stay active here. It's important to have something normal to fall back on, sometimes, with everything else that goes on for all of us.