![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
one ★ video
July 13th, 2012 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
debtor[(backdated to the afternoon of the 12th!!)
Whatever it is that's broadcasting the video feed appears to be... flying (maybe?), from the way it's kind of bobbing several feet off the ground. And the camera is focused first on a rather sparse single bedroom apartment.
Then someone quietly whispers 'Tim', and the camera turns itself to the face of a teenage boy. He's wearing a white shirt that he's adorned with a string tie for whatever reason, his shaggy, equally white hair is pulled back in a short ponytail, and he's got a rather striking scar carved into one side of his face. But he looks otherwise perfectly normal.
Also a little uncomfortable, because he's sending this against his better judgement. Like a good fugitive, he's been keeping (mostly...) to himself since his arrival, but it's time to finally suck it up and use this 'network' thing. If there's anyone out there he knows, good or bad, it's best to find out sooner rather than later, right? RIGHT? This isn't like home...
Though his discomfort could also just be attributed to the fact that he's alone and addressing an indeterminate number of unseen strangers and that's just an awkward thing to do. But once he realizes he's probably being recorded now, he puts on a nice, presentable smile.]
Ah— Is this working? [The camera bobs up and down— as if it's nodding 'yes.']
Oh. Er, good afternoon! My name is Allen Walker, and I've... arrived recently. [He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck.]
I've already had much of the situation explained to me... But, there's still more I'd like to find out. If someone could tell me what's known about the 'Core', exactly, I would appreciate it.
Also, where is a map of the city available...? [Expression turning a bit sheepish; if he's going to be stuck here, might as well bother to actually learn the layout. And he glances off to the side, thinking for a moment.]
I should look for a job, as well. —I don't suppose there's anything like a circus in this city? Though I have experience with other odd jobs— [And then, whether or not he had anything else to say, the video cuts out.]
( private: gilbert nightray )
( private: nill )
Whatever it is that's broadcasting the video feed appears to be... flying (maybe?), from the way it's kind of bobbing several feet off the ground. And the camera is focused first on a rather sparse single bedroom apartment.
Then someone quietly whispers 'Tim', and the camera turns itself to the face of a teenage boy. He's wearing a white shirt that he's adorned with a string tie for whatever reason, his shaggy, equally white hair is pulled back in a short ponytail, and he's got a rather striking scar carved into one side of his face. But he looks otherwise perfectly normal.
Also a little uncomfortable, because he's sending this against his better judgement. Like a good fugitive, he's been keeping (mostly...) to himself since his arrival, but it's time to finally suck it up and use this 'network' thing. If there's anyone out there he knows, good or bad, it's best to find out sooner rather than later, right? RIGHT? This isn't like home...
Though his discomfort could also just be attributed to the fact that he's alone and addressing an indeterminate number of unseen strangers and that's just an awkward thing to do. But once he realizes he's probably being recorded now, he puts on a nice, presentable smile.]
Ah— Is this working? [The camera bobs up and down— as if it's nodding 'yes.']
Oh. Er, good afternoon! My name is Allen Walker, and I've... arrived recently. [He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck.]
I've already had much of the situation explained to me... But, there's still more I'd like to find out. If someone could tell me what's known about the 'Core', exactly, I would appreciate it.
Also, where is a map of the city available...? [Expression turning a bit sheepish; if he's going to be stuck here, might as well bother to actually learn the layout. And he glances off to the side, thinking for a moment.]
I should look for a job, as well. —I don't suppose there's anything like a circus in this city? Though I have experience with other odd jobs— [And then, whether or not he had anything else to say, the video cuts out.]
( private: gilbert nightray )
( private: nill )
