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caughtinanetwork2013-01-01 02:45 pm
chosen_gigolo) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-01-01 02:45 pm
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Accidental broadcast - If you could change your hair, would you?
[When the feed winks on this afternoon, all that's visible is a large tangled mess of very curly, very red hair. At least it might be hair? At this close proximity to the camera is could be mistaken for matted, knotted pelt that shifts as the fearsome beast its attached to rises from its slumber with a wicked groan-
Oh. No, it's just Zelos. Apparently he really does need the two hours he spends on his beauty routine in the bathroom every morning. It took awhile, but each carefully careless lock of hair has turned into a coiled mess.
He blinks groggily for a moment after sitting up, unaware of the broadcast as he reaches up to brush a ringlet from his face.
Then freezes, like a gazelle that swears it heard a lion in the savanna grass.
Slowly, as if the slower he moves the more time his hair will have to flatten itself back into shape, Zelos brings one long coiled strand down in front of his face, stretching it straight between his eyes, and lets go. The hair, predictably, bounced right back to its initial state atop his head.
The screech that comes out of the Chosen's mouth next might as well not have been broadcast since the entire bubble could probably hear it without electronic aid. There's a flurry of curls and blankets and in a flash all that's left is a view of utterly rumpled sheets and the far off moan of Zelos, wailing that his life is over.]
ooc: All replies will come from some time after he initially wakes up and has had time to look like himself again.
Oh. No, it's just Zelos. Apparently he really does need the two hours he spends on his beauty routine in the bathroom every morning. It took awhile, but each carefully careless lock of hair has turned into a coiled mess.
He blinks groggily for a moment after sitting up, unaware of the broadcast as he reaches up to brush a ringlet from his face.
Then freezes, like a gazelle that swears it heard a lion in the savanna grass.
Slowly, as if the slower he moves the more time his hair will have to flatten itself back into shape, Zelos brings one long coiled strand down in front of his face, stretching it straight between his eyes, and lets go. The hair, predictably, bounced right back to its initial state atop his head.
The screech that comes out of the Chosen's mouth next might as well not have been broadcast since the entire bubble could probably hear it without electronic aid. There's a flurry of curls and blankets and in a flash all that's left is a view of utterly rumpled sheets and the far off moan of Zelos, wailing that his life is over.]
ooc: All replies will come from some time after he initially wakes up and has had time to look like himself again.
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[Zelos, if you don't pick up soon, he'll be coming over to your house.]
[video] -> [action]
Zelos! Zelda! Come on, someone open the door!
[action]
-nearly stumbles when it opens, apparently not closed all the way by the last person who left the house. Startled, but not about to question his good fortune, the panicking teen lunges into the house.
Completely oblivious to whatever alarms he might just have tripped.]
Zelos! Zelos, where are you!?