video; lost in a sea of broken things
Feb. 27th, 2017 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[It didn't take Seth long to figure out a few things. For one, he isn't in a goddamn parking lot anymore. That is the first big clue he has that something was wrong. Instead it looks like someone's great Aunt's attic, complete with some creepy ass dolls, doilies tangled up in a box and a lot of dust. The latter of which is smudged along one cheek when the camera comes on.
It isn't his phone, and Seth isn't really bothering with finding out who owns it. Obviously whoever put him in this attic is waiting for him to find it, so why disappoint?
So there is one smudged, angry man holding the camera up with skills that do not speak of a selfie queen.]
Okay, this is cute. No, really. I mean, whatever you drugged me with? I don't even have a fucking hangover, and the attic? A nice touch. Except this is fucking bullshit, and when I make my way through this crap to the door? Someone's going to fucking pay.
[As he speaks, his voice raises, harder than the cutesy tones when he started.]
So looks like you've got...
[He looks away from the camera, eyes narrowing as he judges the distance.]
Let's say about fifteen minutes before I dig my way out of this and start demanding answers.
And a new fucking suit because this dust? This shit is never coming out! And there's a tear in my jacket. What the fuck is wrong with you? Whoever you are.
It isn't his phone, and Seth isn't really bothering with finding out who owns it. Obviously whoever put him in this attic is waiting for him to find it, so why disappoint?
So there is one smudged, angry man holding the camera up with skills that do not speak of a selfie queen.]
Okay, this is cute. No, really. I mean, whatever you drugged me with? I don't even have a fucking hangover, and the attic? A nice touch. Except this is fucking bullshit, and when I make my way through this crap to the door? Someone's going to fucking pay.
[As he speaks, his voice raises, harder than the cutesy tones when he started.]
So looks like you've got...
[He looks away from the camera, eyes narrowing as he judges the distance.]
Let's say about fifteen minutes before I dig my way out of this and start demanding answers.
And a new fucking suit because this dust? This shit is never coming out! And there's a tear in my jacket. What the fuck is wrong with you? Whoever you are.