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entranceway2013-12-03 09:58 am
cowhouse) wrote in entranceway2013-12-03 09:58 am
Entry tags:
- american mcgee's alice: alice liddell,
- bastion: the kid,
- breaking bad: jesse pinkman,
- fullmetal alchemist: greed,
- good omens: crowley,
- once upon a time: dr. whale,
- supernatural: ellen harvelle,
- supernatural: jo harvelle,
- supernatural: meg,
- teen wolf: jackson whittemore,
- the dark knight rises: john blake,
- the three musketeers: athos,
- the three musketeers: lord buckingham
☢☢3] [video | action]
[IS THIS THING ON? First actual network post is go, here's to hoping it doesn't broadcast into the ether!
Jesse's face pops up on the feed, and if he looks a little worn out, the reason will be clear soon enough. He looks to be in decent spirits, though, cigarette in hand-- no Debbie Downer here!]
Uh, yo. [Great start! Nailed it.] So I don't know how many smokers we got here, but it's getting mad cold up there on the roof and we got all these empty rooms so I figured yo, why not make 'em work, like-- [VAGUE HAND WAVE.] -like a lounge or whatever.
[A beat, and then:]
I, uh-- I guess I got kinda carried away... [He turns his head and pulls the camera back to reveal a tastefully decorated lounge area, complete with a number of small tables all housing giant ornate hookahs and a bunch of oversized couches with a range of extremely cozy looking pillows.Fucking VIP.
How did such a scrawny dude move all that stuff around? Who cares, it's awesome and that's all that matters.] Whatever. This's Wonderland, you can't do Wonderland without hookahs. And since the caterpillar's like majorly slacking in the pipe department I figured somebody's gotta hook it up.
[There's a stereo, too, but he doesn't really need to say anything about that- it's loud enough that anyone watching will undoubtedly be able to hear the sick tunes he's got playing. Is it anything resembling the right genre for the atmosphere? Of course not, but Jesse gives zero fucks about that. AND THAT SOUND QUALITY. You're welcome.
He turns back to grin at the camera.]
So come smoke it up, bitches! Eighth floor, yo, open for business free of charge. No cover.
[Aaaand he cuts the feed there. Time to try these suckers out... For quality control purposes, you understand. He'll be around for a while, though once his lungs get tired of the abuse he'll probably be stretched out on one of those couches and cranking that dope sound system way, way up.]
Jesse's face pops up on the feed, and if he looks a little worn out, the reason will be clear soon enough. He looks to be in decent spirits, though, cigarette in hand-- no Debbie Downer here!]
Uh, yo. [Great start! Nailed it.] So I don't know how many smokers we got here, but it's getting mad cold up there on the roof and we got all these empty rooms so I figured yo, why not make 'em work, like-- [VAGUE HAND WAVE.] -like a lounge or whatever.
[A beat, and then:]
I, uh-- I guess I got kinda carried away... [He turns his head and pulls the camera back to reveal a tastefully decorated lounge area, complete with a number of small tables all housing giant ornate hookahs and a bunch of oversized couches with a range of extremely cozy looking pillows.Fucking VIP.
How did such a scrawny dude move all that stuff around? Who cares, it's awesome and that's all that matters.] Whatever. This's Wonderland, you can't do Wonderland without hookahs. And since the caterpillar's like majorly slacking in the pipe department I figured somebody's gotta hook it up.
[There's a stereo, too, but he doesn't really need to say anything about that- it's loud enough that anyone watching will undoubtedly be able to hear the sick tunes he's got playing. Is it anything resembling the right genre for the atmosphere? Of course not, but Jesse gives zero fucks about that. AND THAT SOUND QUALITY. You're welcome.
He turns back to grin at the camera.]
So come smoke it up, bitches! Eighth floor, yo, open for business free of charge. No cover.
[Aaaand he cuts the feed there. Time to try these suckers out... For quality control purposes, you understand. He'll be around for a while, though once his lungs get tired of the abuse he'll probably be stretched out on one of those couches and cranking that dope sound system way, way up.]