First Feather [Accidental video]
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everydayimsuffering[The Pcd flickers on, though all there is to see is blood dripping from somewhere and concrete. The sound hasn’t quite picked up yet, the video itself a little rough before suddenly the feed is thick with heavy breathing and a pained moan trapped behind grit teeth. This is followed by shoes sliding against gravel, and another soft sound of pain before a teenage boy comes into view of the video, slumped against the wall of a building.
His hands are gripping his left leg where, now that video is coming more into focus, an arrow has gone straight through and lodged itself in his thigh. His clothes look a little worse for wear, his cheek is bleeding, skin is red and raw.]
M-mokona? Where did you take me? I...Where is the princess?
[All in all the building seems to fit the setting he had been in before, but it isn’t the same, its different, and also devoid of strangers. Gritting his teeth again, he pushes himself to stand slowly, ignoring the pain in his leg as he limps. He moves further away from the camera but despite the slow movements he looks frantic, yelling at the top of his lungs in search of someone important to him.]
Princess? Princess!?
His hands are gripping his left leg where, now that video is coming more into focus, an arrow has gone straight through and lodged itself in his thigh. His clothes look a little worse for wear, his cheek is bleeding, skin is red and raw.]
M-mokona? Where did you take me? I...Where is the princess?
[All in all the building seems to fit the setting he had been in before, but it isn’t the same, its different, and also devoid of strangers. Gritting his teeth again, he pushes himself to stand slowly, ignoring the pain in his leg as he limps. He moves further away from the camera but despite the slow movements he looks frantic, yelling at the top of his lungs in search of someone important to him.]
Princess? Princess!?
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:46 am (UTC)And I'm Syaoran.
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-20 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-20 06:56 am (UTC)[A slight smile.]
For the most part, the locals go about their business, as much as you or I. The majority of them do not have communicators. As for the scientists... I was not present when they were still above ground, and I have not been on one of the excursions below to see them, though apparently they are down there.
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Date: 2012-01-20 07:08 am (UTC)And I heard of a library, but no one told me if it was still up...
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Date: 2012-01-21 05:54 am (UTC)[He pauses.]
After the recompression, I no longer know the exact location. And- no, I haven't heard of a trip to go back down there. Everyone seems to be attempting to adjust to the changes up here first.
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:12 am (UTC)But that is understandable. Hopefully I will have a weapon by the time another trip is organized.
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:15 am (UTC)JOHN IS SUCH A WEIRD NAME MAN.
Date: 2012-01-21 06:17 am (UTC)[He pauses a moment, don't mind him staring John, he's just curious.]
Your name...I've never heard anything like it. What kind of place do you come from then? John. Is that common there?
lmao I'm sure
Date: 2012-01-23 06:47 am (UTC)[Stiffly.]
Because Syaoran is so normal
Date: 2012-01-23 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-24 06:30 am (UTC)[Sorting himself a bit.]
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Date: 2012-01-24 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-30 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-30 09:00 pm (UTC)