01: [Voice -> Video] Carry On Wayward Son
Oct. 30th, 2010 02:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardlite[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]
C'mon, you fucker. Jesus, you- Okay. There. God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.
[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the camera. He's ruggedly good-looking, albeit a little angry at present with the set jaw and furrowed brow. He narrows green eyes at the lens and prods it experimentally before shuffling to one side and scraping a chair across the floor to the table, settling on it and propping his feet up before speaking.]
No goddamn clue where I am.
[He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.]
'M in a room, in a house, and Sammy if you get this broadcast you come and find me, you hear? For all I know it's the freakin' trickster again tryin' to screw around with me, and this time I don't wanna die chokin' on a taco or getting a desk dropped on my sexy head.
[The man glares at the camera before digging into his leather jacket, pulling out an IMI Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol and checking the weight and munitions cartridge. Prying one of the bullets out, he holds it up to the camera briefly.]
See that? Wrought iron.
[Looks rather pleased with himself as he replaces it in its case and reloads the gun.]
If any demons or ghosts come around lookin' for me I'll be ready.
[Quirks a little smile at the gun before tucking it back into his jacket and fingering the amulet around his neck, lost in thought for a moment before mumbling hoarsely.]
...you gotta find me, Sammy. S'not like I had much time left, anyway.
[He reaches over, and there are a few seconds of muffled, bumping noises before he hits the switch and the screen goes black.]
C'mon, you fucker. Jesus, you- Okay. There. God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.
[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the camera. He's ruggedly good-looking, albeit a little angry at present with the set jaw and furrowed brow. He narrows green eyes at the lens and prods it experimentally before shuffling to one side and scraping a chair across the floor to the table, settling on it and propping his feet up before speaking.]
No goddamn clue where I am.
[He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.]
'M in a room, in a house, and Sammy if you get this broadcast you come and find me, you hear? For all I know it's the freakin' trickster again tryin' to screw around with me, and this time I don't wanna die chokin' on a taco or getting a desk dropped on my sexy head.
[The man glares at the camera before digging into his leather jacket, pulling out an IMI Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol and checking the weight and munitions cartridge. Prying one of the bullets out, he holds it up to the camera briefly.]
See that? Wrought iron.
[Looks rather pleased with himself as he replaces it in its case and reloads the gun.]
If any demons or ghosts come around lookin' for me I'll be ready.
[Quirks a little smile at the gun before tucking it back into his jacket and fingering the amulet around his neck, lost in thought for a moment before mumbling hoarsely.]
...you gotta find me, Sammy. S'not like I had much time left, anyway.
[He reaches over, and there are a few seconds of muffled, bumping noises before he hits the switch and the screen goes black.]
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[Video of being late forever again]
Date: 2010-10-31 02:24 pm (UTC)[Video of being late forever again]
Date: 2010-11-04 12:32 am (UTC)...yeah. Bullets are wrought iron. You worried or somethin', buddy?
[Video]
Date: 2010-11-17 02:47 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-11-17 02:55 am (UTC)...bits of metal that you shoot at dicks who wanna hurt you.
[Video]
Date: 2010-11-17 03:09 am (UTC)[He's not sure what that one strange word is but...]
I-Is it some sort of magic?
Re: [Video]
Date: 2010-11-24 05:43 am (UTC)[He shrugs.]
[Video]
Date: 2010-11-24 12:28 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-11-25 03:00 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-11-26 12:36 am (UTC)Uhm... Y-yeah. There's a lot of monsters b-back home but I-I don't think anyone uses... bullets.
[Video]
Date: 2010-11-27 10:03 pm (UTC)"What, do they use magic?" He snorts, obviously joking.
[Video]
Date: 2010-11-27 10:11 pm (UTC)I do. Other people u-use weapons like swords and th-things.
[Video]
Date: 2010-11-28 03:37 am (UTC)...you feelin' okay, dude? You're actin' a little nervous.
[Video]
Date: 2010-11-28 04:08 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-12-01 03:10 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-12-01 12:36 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-12-05 11:11 pm (UTC)If you say so, buddy.