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Fortieth Cross - [Accidental Video]
May. 27th, 2009 04:24 am[It fell to the floor. And there's the sound of yawning and a stretch; if you squint through the darkness, you can see Cecil sitting up in bed, and staring around in confusion. He looks worried for a second, but his eyes catch note of a little white card hanging in front of him.
Leaning closer, he reads it, then a small smile forms.]
One day, I won't need this. [He just yawns again and rubs an eye, trying to wake himself up.]
Cecil... Cecil. [Both hands cover his eyes, and he rubs them, reciting quietly.]
'Well,' his mother said. 'A fairie is not real. It's a pretend something. You have never SEEN a fairie, have you?'
'No,' Cecil said, frowning. 'I guess I would not want to be called Fairie, either. If I were a pretend centipede, no one would know I exist. How could anyone see me if I were not real? Where would I be if I were not real?'
[A small smile forms and he turns his head.]
Oh, how incorrect that story is. The fairie is real, little Cecil. The fairie is very real.
[With a soft chuckle to himself, he stands up, moving to get out of bed; and promptly trips over his communicator.]
Ow!
[[ooc: Cecil gets a 'good morning, your name is Cecil' note in the mornings to remember who he is when he sleeps, courtesy of Kaye. And he just thought of a passage from Cecil, the Cranky Centipede, a cute story I just googled.]]
Leaning closer, he reads it, then a small smile forms.]
One day, I won't need this. [He just yawns again and rubs an eye, trying to wake himself up.]
Cecil... Cecil. [Both hands cover his eyes, and he rubs them, reciting quietly.]
'Well,' his mother said. 'A fairie is not real. It's a pretend something. You have never SEEN a fairie, have you?'
'No,' Cecil said, frowning. 'I guess I would not want to be called Fairie, either. If I were a pretend centipede, no one would know I exist. How could anyone see me if I were not real? Where would I be if I were not real?'
[A small smile forms and he turns his head.]
Oh, how incorrect that story is. The fairie is real, little Cecil. The fairie is very real.
[With a soft chuckle to himself, he stands up, moving to get out of bed; and promptly trips over his communicator.]
Ow!
[[ooc: Cecil gets a 'good morning, your name is Cecil' note in the mornings to remember who he is when he sleeps, courtesy of Kaye. And he just thought of a passage from Cecil, the Cranky Centipede, a cute story I just googled.]]
