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sirenspull2012-05-30 07:23 pm
in_a_dark_wood) wrote in sirenspull2012-05-30 07:23 pm
CANTO II: [video]-accidental(ish)
[The NV is looking up at the ceiling of a room in the Tower Apartments. Dante's voice comes lazily from off screen.]
I dunno what's causing this sickness. If it's guilt or whatever. And frankly? I don't give a damn.
[The sound of bare feet padding across the floor followed by the distant tinkle of a glass being filled.]
Nope. What I'm more interested in is how this all started. Whatever this disease is, it's not exactly normal. It has to have come from somewhere. Or someone.
I think someone's fucking with us.
[Dante pads into view, looking down at the NV. He's just stepped out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His features are haggard and he's clearly been ravaged by the disease in question. Luckily for him, the interference of a certain golden lion has restored some of his energy and he is no longer dying.]
[One hand is raised across his chest, grasping a small glass of something that appears to be alcoholic. He lowers the hand, offering a better, but only momentary, view of his bare torso when he realizes he has accidentally set the device to video instead of voice. If the gesture seems like he's showing off, it's because he is. Then he steps away again and there's the sound of him landing, rather than sitting, on his couch.]
Question is who? And why?
[There's silence as he considers his own question. The glass makes a tinkling sound again as he takes a sip.]
Hm. Well. If ya got it, just try to rest. Worrying about it will only make it worse.
((Dante's permissions post))
I dunno what's causing this sickness. If it's guilt or whatever. And frankly? I don't give a damn.
[The sound of bare feet padding across the floor followed by the distant tinkle of a glass being filled.]
Nope. What I'm more interested in is how this all started. Whatever this disease is, it's not exactly normal. It has to have come from somewhere. Or someone.
I think someone's fucking with us.
[Dante pads into view, looking down at the NV. He's just stepped out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His features are haggard and he's clearly been ravaged by the disease in question. Luckily for him, the interference of a certain golden lion has restored some of his energy and he is no longer dying.]
[One hand is raised across his chest, grasping a small glass of something that appears to be alcoholic. He lowers the hand, offering a better, but only momentary, view of his bare torso when he realizes he has accidentally set the device to video instead of voice. If the gesture seems like he's showing off, it's because he is. Then he steps away again and there's the sound of him landing, rather than sitting, on his couch.]
Question is who? And why?
[There's silence as he considers his own question. The glass makes a tinkling sound again as he takes a sip.]
Hm. Well. If ya got it, just try to rest. Worrying about it will only make it worse.
((Dante's permissions post))