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Oct. 17th, 2016 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Jesus.
Hell.
Elizabeth? Elizabeth!?
[Booker mumbled off camera for a bit until the device was picked up, and nearly dropped out of shock upon seeing himself on the small screen. He figured it was some sort of lady's compact mirror... with typewriter keys. He was more concerned about the gash on his forehead and the current nosebleed he was sporting. He touched two fingers to the bleeding wound, allowing himself to can the macho act for just a moment to whimper like a baby. This job was going from bad to worse.]
Great. At least we're away from that mechanical menace.
[He lifted an arm to wipe the blood away with a sleeve, inspecting the source of it, that's when he noticed the words ‘recording’ flashing in the corner of the screen.]
Recording…? Recording what? Hey, just so we're clear. I ain't paying for this moving pictures thing.
Uh, hello? I’m looking for a girl. [He felt like a moron for talking to a moving picture.] Brunette, blue skirt. Long hair- tied up in a ribbon. No, that’s wrong. Short hair. She just cut it. Goes by the name Elizabeth...?
This is ridiculous. No one is going to hear this.
[He pockets the device as it's still recording, catching a rather colorful monologue as he heads towards what he believes is civilization.]
Hell.
Elizabeth? Elizabeth!?
[Booker mumbled off camera for a bit until the device was picked up, and nearly dropped out of shock upon seeing himself on the small screen. He figured it was some sort of lady's compact mirror... with typewriter keys. He was more concerned about the gash on his forehead and the current nosebleed he was sporting. He touched two fingers to the bleeding wound, allowing himself to can the macho act for just a moment to whimper like a baby. This job was going from bad to worse.]
Great. At least we're away from that mechanical menace.
[He lifted an arm to wipe the blood away with a sleeve, inspecting the source of it, that's when he noticed the words ‘recording’ flashing in the corner of the screen.]
Recording…? Recording what? Hey, just so we're clear. I ain't paying for this moving pictures thing.
Uh, hello? I’m looking for a girl. [He felt like a moron for talking to a moving picture.] Brunette, blue skirt. Long hair- tied up in a ribbon. No, that’s wrong. Short hair. She just cut it. Goes by the name Elizabeth...?
This is ridiculous. No one is going to hear this.
[He pockets the device as it's still recording, catching a rather colorful monologue as he heads towards what he believes is civilization.]