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discedo2012-05-19 01:11 pm
shortestfuse) wrote in discedo2012-05-19 01:11 pm
[video]
This has gotta be some kind of… screwed up dream…
[ There's lightly panicked breathing, albeit calm for one who has just woken up in a strange world. Adrenaline is high, but there's no one around for him to blame, nothing around for him to throw.
A blond man in bartending regalia lights a cigarette, unconcerned with the fact that the communications device is making a small documentary: Inside the Pocket, the untold story. There's a grunt of disproval, he obviously realizes something's amiss after a quiet beep alerts him to the piece of technology hidden from view. ]
What the hell is-… a phone…?
[ He's obviously stressed, his voice clipped, strained as though he's trying to keep his wits about him. The feed shakes, the image blurs from a violent motion, a rough hand locked around the camera. A thumb moves and you finally see the man's face.
… He looks quite angry, a tick at his brow, a twitch at his jaw where his teeth are clenched around the filter of his abused cigarette. Like an animal backed into a corner. ]
Spyin' on me now? Tch. I don't get it -- whaddaya want me to do?
[ The image takes on a new angle; Shizuo holds the camera up, pointing it down towards his face at a rather artistic angle and he stares up into it with a squint over his sunglasses as though trying to decipher an unintelligible code. ]
Well… fuck this. Fuck you. Like I'll make it that easy!
[ Expression darkening, the cigarette he can be seen holding snaps between his fingers. The device loses focus immediately, white noise flickering briefly when the uneven ground catches it, managing to land with its camera pointed up at grey sky.
Just in time to record the heel of a dress shoe dropping down on the lens. ]
Problem solved!
[ There's lightly panicked breathing, albeit calm for one who has just woken up in a strange world. Adrenaline is high, but there's no one around for him to blame, nothing around for him to throw.
A blond man in bartending regalia lights a cigarette, unconcerned with the fact that the communications device is making a small documentary: Inside the Pocket, the untold story. There's a grunt of disproval, he obviously realizes something's amiss after a quiet beep alerts him to the piece of technology hidden from view. ]
What the hell is-… a phone…?
[ He's obviously stressed, his voice clipped, strained as though he's trying to keep his wits about him. The feed shakes, the image blurs from a violent motion, a rough hand locked around the camera. A thumb moves and you finally see the man's face.
… He looks quite angry, a tick at his brow, a twitch at his jaw where his teeth are clenched around the filter of his abused cigarette. Like an animal backed into a corner. ]
Spyin' on me now? Tch. I don't get it -- whaddaya want me to do?
[ The image takes on a new angle; Shizuo holds the camera up, pointing it down towards his face at a rather artistic angle and he stares up into it with a squint over his sunglasses as though trying to decipher an unintelligible code. ]
Well… fuck this. Fuck you. Like I'll make it that easy!
[ Expression darkening, the cigarette he can be seen holding snaps between his fingers. The device loses focus immediately, white noise flickering briefly when the uneven ground catches it, managing to land with its camera pointed up at grey sky.
Just in time to record the heel of a dress shoe dropping down on the lens. ]
Problem solved!
[voice]
Anytime.
Don't worry. It makes no difference to me. [He says it rather casually; it could possibly be taken as reassuring.] I'll look forward to it, then... Heiwajima.
[That's surprisingly nice, coming from Gin, especially considering how genuine it is. Perhaps he's been here too long or maybe it's just the nostalgic feeling he's having.]
[voice]