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caughtinanetwork2013-02-01 09:04 pm
kringlefuck) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-02-01 09:04 pm
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003 ☠ video/action
[ Evening, Network. It's been awhile since you've seen this kid on the network, but here he is. The video starts with him trying to adjust the communicator on the coffee table in the living room of his residence, though it falls over and there's an obvious "aw devilshits" in the darkness.
Ok, try again.
Looks like we're being picked up again and we see two curious green eyes behind thick, rectangular glasses. He sets the communicator up on a hard surface again and then steps back, muttering something incoherent to himself before he steps back and adjusts himself a little.
This is Jake. This is Jake with his hair actually combed and his face free from dirt and bruises. He's a bit over dressed for the communicator, wearing this. Just where the hell did he get that anyway?
The teen shuffles back against the living room sofa, the area brightened up by a mere lamp. Then, he lounges, crossing one ankle over the other and we see he's still wearing his combat boots. What a nerd. ]
Greetings fellow residents. Uhmm.
[ Oh wait. He's pulling out a piece of paper now. It's obvious he's shaking by the way he's holding it and he reads off of it. ]
If I am not terribly mistaken, the holiday known as Valentine's Day is coming up within a duo weeks, and it would be my greatest honor to escort an individual on this day. It is absolutely peachy if you want this not to be anything too, uhm, forward on the romancing spectrum, but rather just one of comradery, especially if I am unacquainted with you.
[ A deep breath. He withdraws from his pocket a handkerchief and paps his face down a little. He lowers the paper and looks at the camera. ]
I've never celebrated Valentine's Day, so, uhhhhhh. I don't want to be alone for this holiday. And while friends and what have you are absolutely splendid, it is customary to have a specific date if I am understanding correctly. I guess.. that's it? I'm asking in advance so may chance we can get to know each other first, or plan accordingly on schedule. I'll make sure to take care of the dinner one way or another!
[ He'll be spearing fishes and preparing it that way, jsyk. ]
Uhhh, shoo. Well, thanks.
[ /end personal advertisement. He'll reach way over and click the communicator off. ]
[ Action available for room mates! ]
Ok, try again.
Looks like we're being picked up again and we see two curious green eyes behind thick, rectangular glasses. He sets the communicator up on a hard surface again and then steps back, muttering something incoherent to himself before he steps back and adjusts himself a little.
This is Jake. This is Jake with his hair actually combed and his face free from dirt and bruises. He's a bit over dressed for the communicator, wearing this. Just where the hell did he get that anyway?
The teen shuffles back against the living room sofa, the area brightened up by a mere lamp. Then, he lounges, crossing one ankle over the other and we see he's still wearing his combat boots. What a nerd. ]
Greetings fellow residents. Uhmm.
[ Oh wait. He's pulling out a piece of paper now. It's obvious he's shaking by the way he's holding it and he reads off of it. ]
If I am not terribly mistaken, the holiday known as Valentine's Day is coming up within a duo weeks, and it would be my greatest honor to escort an individual on this day. It is absolutely peachy if you want this not to be anything too, uhm, forward on the romancing spectrum, but rather just one of comradery, especially if I am unacquainted with you.
[ A deep breath. He withdraws from his pocket a handkerchief and paps his face down a little. He lowers the paper and looks at the camera. ]
I've never celebrated Valentine's Day, so, uhhhhhh. I don't want to be alone for this holiday. And while friends and what have you are absolutely splendid, it is customary to have a specific date if I am understanding correctly. I guess.. that's it? I'm asking in advance so may chance we can get to know each other first, or plan accordingly on schedule. I'll make sure to take care of the dinner one way or another!
[ He'll be spearing fishes and preparing it that way, jsyk. ]
Uhhh, shoo. Well, thanks.
[ /end personal advertisement. He'll reach way over and click the communicator off. ]
[ Action available for room mates! ]
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She wouldn't have known how to react.]
Jake, I still like you quite a lot. But. I don't want to force you to like me in the same way.
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He does, though. ]
I've always liked you quite a lot.
[ Jake tilts his nose up again, and gives her another kiss. This one is a firmer, and his hold tightens around her to pull her against him. ]
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She doesn't speak back because she can't. She has lips covering her own again. She kisses back, but if Jake was paying attention he would take into account it just isn't as enthusiastic as he would have hoped.]
What does all this mean, Jake?
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[ Jake pulls back, feeling all of the confidence he had shrink from him. He leans back, then actually takes a step back, looking off to the side. ]
That..
[ He's thinking. God, he thought he wouldn't have to explain this. ]
..I like you more than Dirk? And..
I don't know.
I'd rather go out with you...?
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Jake.
[He's such a buffoon. She adores him for that. She adores him a stupid amount. But she doesn't know if he's serious.]
Do you honestly like me more than him? I mean, you seemed to like him quite a lot. Just suddenly doing this is kind of fast, isn't it?
[Just hold her hands Jake. She is trying to soften the blow. If she's even delivering one. For now she'll just try to question him.]
Is that what you want from you and I? To be an item?
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[ Yeah, he'll hold her hands and just sort of stand there dumbly, mouth halfway open. He's thinking again, trying to untangle his mess of emotions that are in a huge knot to find the correct response. It's hard, though. He pulls the string one way and feels his emotions knot up even more, and if he pulls it another way, it only makes it worse to where he is not sure which string belongs to who anymore.
If that makes any sense.
He spits out the dumbest response, then does the dumbest thing: ]
I think I love you.
[ It takes him a moment to feel his heart sink, then he releases Jane's hands.
He does what he does best.
And that's to turn on his heels and to take off running. ]
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Right then...]