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entranceway2017-07-17 08:24 pm
keephersafe) wrote in entranceway2017-07-17 08:24 pm
video; event day four
[The device falls from a slack hand, found in a pocket and puzzled over for only a moment before it's dropped. A smear of dirty water smudges one corner of the camera, and someone stumbles halfway into view on the screen.
That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.
But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.
He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.
The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.]
[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]
That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.
But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.
He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.
The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.]
[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]
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[As he speaks more, it gets easier, but that doesn't mean he's any more able to verbalise the thoughts rolling around in his head. He wishes he could. If he could string his words together as easily as this man could - as easily as any Living could - this whole thing would be far easier.]
I... [R resists the urge to shrug.] I don't want.. to hurt anyone. I just... [This is difficult. He's trying, but how eloquent he is in his head never makes it through to his mouth.] I don't.. want to be that.
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--But this. [ He waves his hand vaguely at the boy's- everything. ] This is how you were before you arrived here?
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Yeah.
[Are they getting somewhere? He'd really like this not to be the last conversation he has, and while the man has put his sword away he imagines that he would very much like to draw it again. That's why he isn't moving, not even to back away.]
For.. [... shrug.] a while.