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entranceway2016-09-12 12:04 am
postictal) wrote in entranceway2016-09-12 12:04 am
Entry #88
[The video feed clicks on to feature an unassuming shot of the crisp gray sky, accompanied by the restless crunching of footsteps drawing closer. Abruptly, someone picks up the thing and spins it around with a faint flare of static that's gone as quickly as it flickered up.
There is, briefly, a face visible on the screen, dark hair and dark eyes and brows knit together in an expression puzzlement and concern. Then the feed flips around again and starts panning around the area in a slow sweep, handled in the same way someone might a handheld camera. It's both too familiar and too surreal, and he fumbles at the last second, dropping the angle so the network instead gets a lovely view of scuffed sneakers crunching through a patina of fallen leaves.]
So seasonal change sure is a thing. Like, really a thing. Place doesn't mess around.
[His tone is dry, the words drawn out with a slow, weary indolence. He doesn't seem to realize he's actively broadcasting at the moment. He's just taking video in the same way - how Jay would, and even now the memory is painful and sends a pang of regret thrumming all the way to his bones. It's just such an easy, obvious reflex. Practically instinctive.
The crunching of his footsteps halts abruptly as something seems to occur to him.]
So I can post now instead of reply, is that it? Wait, why now? What makes this so -
[The feed snaps out, evidently by mistake.]
There is, briefly, a face visible on the screen, dark hair and dark eyes and brows knit together in an expression puzzlement and concern. Then the feed flips around again and starts panning around the area in a slow sweep, handled in the same way someone might a handheld camera. It's both too familiar and too surreal, and he fumbles at the last second, dropping the angle so the network instead gets a lovely view of scuffed sneakers crunching through a patina of fallen leaves.]
So seasonal change sure is a thing. Like, really a thing. Place doesn't mess around.
[His tone is dry, the words drawn out with a slow, weary indolence. He doesn't seem to realize he's actively broadcasting at the moment. He's just taking video in the same way - how Jay would, and even now the memory is painful and sends a pang of regret thrumming all the way to his bones. It's just such an easy, obvious reflex. Practically instinctive.
The crunching of his footsteps halts abruptly as something seems to occur to him.]
So I can post now instead of reply, is that it? Wait, why now? What makes this so -
[The feed snaps out, evidently by mistake.]
[video]
Well, she's right about one thing. He made his bed and was made to lie in it, and instead he burned the whole thing down when it just wasn't worth the effort to maintain it all anymore. Only it hadn't been him burning the place down.
Nah, it had been someone else.]
I'll keep it in mind.
[He probably will, but the likelihood on him following up on that is practically zero.]
[video]
See you around, then. Good luck.
[She hopes she sounds sincere, because she means it.]
[video]
[And he clicks the feed off before he can change his mind.]