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sirenspull2012-10-06 09:26 am
mouthbreathing) wrote in sirenspull2012-10-06 09:26 am
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fourth match | video
[It’s around midnight when Warsman switches his NV on to perhaps a slightly confusing sight: his helmet, illuminated by the stark, flickering light of his bedside lamp. After a moment he turns it back towards him where he’s sat on the bed and runs a hand through his newly-exposed hair, a feathery white-blond and tousled from sleep, or a lack thereof. It makes for a curious contrast to his mask and the glow of his eyes.
But even now he doesn’t look directly at the camera for long; his attention seems divided between the window off-screen and some unidentifiable point in his lap. The hollow ko… ho… of his breathing offsets the silence until he suddenly speaks.]
… how do you deal with nightmares? I thought I had them under control, but that video… [The sentence peters out. He’s not sure how to explain himself without seeming childish or attention-seeking, making another man’s misfortune all about himself, regardless of what it's reminded him of. He tries again.]
When I was still in Siberia, I used to take night walks to distract myself; the snow seemed to soften things. It always seemed more peaceful then. I’ve been patrolling Sector 10 here instead some nights, in case other people get caught out in the Darkness, but…
[A pause- the longer it lasts, the more obvious it becomes that he’s hesitating, building himself up to a confession.]
It’s a little lonely.
[With that, he ends the feed.]
But even now he doesn’t look directly at the camera for long; his attention seems divided between the window off-screen and some unidentifiable point in his lap. The hollow ko… ho… of his breathing offsets the silence until he suddenly speaks.]
… how do you deal with nightmares? I thought I had them under control, but that video… [The sentence peters out. He’s not sure how to explain himself without seeming childish or attention-seeking, making another man’s misfortune all about himself, regardless of what it's reminded him of. He tries again.]
When I was still in Siberia, I used to take night walks to distract myself; the snow seemed to soften things. It always seemed more peaceful then. I’ve been patrolling Sector 10 here instead some nights, in case other people get caught out in the Darkness, but…
[A pause- the longer it lasts, the more obvious it becomes that he’s hesitating, building himself up to a confession.]
It’s a little lonely.
[With that, he ends the feed.]
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