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caughtinanetwork2013-08-05 07:33 pm
stridercentric) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-08-05 07:33 pm
Entry tags:
004 | Video
[Most Vatheonites would sink into their magical stasis comas quietly and subtly, without causing too much of a fuss. Bro is not one of those Vatheonites.
It's just after noon. He’s unaffected by the new curse and out of the apartment, just going about his business in the bubble as usual, when he feels the drowsiness wash over him. He knows instantly this is a bad thing, so his hand finds its way to the SFC without even a second’s delay. He manages to start the video function, but the palm of his hand is covering the camera, which makes it rather pointless. All that can be seen is darkness.]
S-shit…
[That’s the only thing he manages to say before he’s out like a light and keels over. What can be heard next is a loud crashing noise, followed almost immediately by a thud and a crack. Something rolls along the ground, the sound growing ever more distant, as Bro’s hand slips halfway off the camera. Through his fingers, the only thing that can be seen is the most nondescript ceiling you’ll ever encounter. Plain white. Almost half a minute of silence follows before the SFC’s connection fizzles out again.
Gentlemen (and ladies), start your panicking. Bro won't respond (obviously), but feel free to threadjack or whatever if you so desire.]
It's just after noon. He’s unaffected by the new curse and out of the apartment, just going about his business in the bubble as usual, when he feels the drowsiness wash over him. He knows instantly this is a bad thing, so his hand finds its way to the SFC without even a second’s delay. He manages to start the video function, but the palm of his hand is covering the camera, which makes it rather pointless. All that can be seen is darkness.]
S-shit…
[That’s the only thing he manages to say before he’s out like a light and keels over. What can be heard next is a loud crashing noise, followed almost immediately by a thud and a crack. Something rolls along the ground, the sound growing ever more distant, as Bro’s hand slips halfway off the camera. Through his fingers, the only thing that can be seen is the most nondescript ceiling you’ll ever encounter. Plain white. Almost half a minute of silence follows before the SFC’s connection fizzles out again.
Gentlemen (and ladies), start your panicking. Bro won't respond (obviously), but feel free to threadjack or whatever if you so desire.]