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entranceway2014-10-17 11:39 pm
onlyhomemade) wrote in entranceway2014-10-17 11:39 pm
[video]
[The feed is a little shaky as Gabriel walks.]
Well, well, look what I finally found.
[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]
And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]
See you in a bit Wonderland.
[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]
I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.
[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]
Well, well, look what I finally found.
[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]
And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]
See you in a bit Wonderland.
[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]
I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.
[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]
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I'm a bit parched after all of that. [He'll walk over to offer the other cup to Michael.]
How is...[A pause and a slight furrow of his brow with confusion.] your kitten doing? I realize I have no idea what you named her.
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[He smiled at the mention of her, he quite liked the little thing.]
I am glad to have her.
[Michael shrugged, brushing the sentiment aside. It made things a little less lonely to have a purring fur ball around him all the time.]
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[He looks at Michael incredulously.]
That's what you went with? At least tell me it's short for Katie or something?
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[What else would he have named her? But, he just shrugs again.]
You should come and see her when you have the time. She did like you.