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[ The Death Of The First Sun ] // Video / Action.
[ Video. ]
[ There is a man. His eyes are as blue as the cloud-riddled sky struck down by the blazing sun without its shields to protect it and his hair the darkest night, the white streak at the front the piercing moon through the shadows. He was close. Very close. Glaring even into the screen before he begins to shake it viciously with a throaty growl-- ]
Hey! Hey! I know someone's listening! Whoever took my guns is gonna; get so much lead rammed up their ass they'll be permanently squatting! Do you hear me!?
[ .... Though as charming as his features were, his attitude certainly wasn't. The way he was comically flaring his nostrils and huffing was behavior akin to a childs and he trembled with a sort of uncertain emotion before he forces himself to breathe through his mouth. Calm down, buddy. Its going to be ok.
... Its just the last time he woke up somewhere suddenly he was in his own grave, having to claw his way through wood and dirt just to breathe again. The memories made him want to hurt, not himself, but his mind sprang quickly to the idea of gunning down every last mother fucker who dragged him to this imaginary paradise. Breathe, Jason, breathe. He puts on a sweet, charming smile all of a sudden and curls his fingers against his chin, camera in the other hand. ]
... Ok, ok. I overreacted. Sorry. Does anyone know where all my weaponry is? Or my house? If you do I'll be more than happy to converse with you. I'm not armed, as you know. I also might be bleeding somewhere SO, if anyone is a medic or some shit... hit me up, ok? I promise, I'm not the sort of guy who's gonna' kiddy-fiddle you while you work.
[ A pause before he clicks his fingers, ]
By the way, I have no idea where I am because I didn't listen to the virtual person so. By the beginning, if that helps. Thanks.
[ ... Well done. The camera feed flickers as he sighs, sitting down on the ground just outside the area one would arrive in by the magazine stand, just sort of sitting there with his hands in front of him like a lost puppy. You wouldn't think he was a serial murder, vigilante, terrorist and crime lord just by looking at him, not that you would be looking solely at his appearance... when in his side a deep red mark was growing wider and wider. Assistance... would be fabulous! ]
[ Action. ]
[ .... There's a large man on the floor with a worrying red stain that seemed to be extending to the floor below him. He looked calm enough, but the fact he was a man just sitting there calmly as a wound was spurting was sort of worrying. Magic and the universe... worked differently on his body than it would anyone else; there was an energy tied to him physically that made situations like this sort of weird. His first guess was that people probably came to this 'paradise' in a dream-like state of lovely-ness. Of course, not him. ]
Aw, fuck. [ His hand is pressed lightly against his side with a wince... he isn't talking to anyone when he begins to speak next. ] Had to be at the worst time. Other worlds and all this mysterious crap. God... I gotta' be dreaming.
[ Feel free to approach! Hes harmless. Sorta'. ]
[ There is a man. His eyes are as blue as the cloud-riddled sky struck down by the blazing sun without its shields to protect it and his hair the darkest night, the white streak at the front the piercing moon through the shadows. He was close. Very close. Glaring even into the screen before he begins to shake it viciously with a throaty growl-- ]
Hey! Hey! I know someone's listening! Whoever took my guns is gonna; get so much lead rammed up their ass they'll be permanently squatting! Do you hear me!?
[ .... Though as charming as his features were, his attitude certainly wasn't. The way he was comically flaring his nostrils and huffing was behavior akin to a childs and he trembled with a sort of uncertain emotion before he forces himself to breathe through his mouth. Calm down, buddy. Its going to be ok.
... Its just the last time he woke up somewhere suddenly he was in his own grave, having to claw his way through wood and dirt just to breathe again. The memories made him want to hurt, not himself, but his mind sprang quickly to the idea of gunning down every last mother fucker who dragged him to this imaginary paradise. Breathe, Jason, breathe. He puts on a sweet, charming smile all of a sudden and curls his fingers against his chin, camera in the other hand. ]
... Ok, ok. I overreacted. Sorry. Does anyone know where all my weaponry is? Or my house? If you do I'll be more than happy to converse with you. I'm not armed, as you know. I also might be bleeding somewhere SO, if anyone is a medic or some shit... hit me up, ok? I promise, I'm not the sort of guy who's gonna' kiddy-fiddle you while you work.
[ A pause before he clicks his fingers, ]
By the way, I have no idea where I am because I didn't listen to the virtual person so. By the beginning, if that helps. Thanks.
[ ... Well done. The camera feed flickers as he sighs, sitting down on the ground just outside the area one would arrive in by the magazine stand, just sort of sitting there with his hands in front of him like a lost puppy. You wouldn't think he was a serial murder, vigilante, terrorist and crime lord just by looking at him, not that you would be looking solely at his appearance... when in his side a deep red mark was growing wider and wider. Assistance... would be fabulous! ]
[ Action. ]
[ .... There's a large man on the floor with a worrying red stain that seemed to be extending to the floor below him. He looked calm enough, but the fact he was a man just sitting there calmly as a wound was spurting was sort of worrying. Magic and the universe... worked differently on his body than it would anyone else; there was an energy tied to him physically that made situations like this sort of weird. His first guess was that people probably came to this 'paradise' in a dream-like state of lovely-ness. Of course, not him. ]
Aw, fuck. [ His hand is pressed lightly against his side with a wince... he isn't talking to anyone when he begins to speak next. ] Had to be at the worst time. Other worlds and all this mysterious crap. God... I gotta' be dreaming.
[ Feel free to approach! Hes harmless. Sorta'. ]
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