Baroona (
broroona) wrote in
driftfleet2014-10-09 02:09 pm
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DEBBIE DOWNER STRIKES AGAIN: a video
Who: bawhona Baroona
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is
[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.
Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]
You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.
[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.
[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]
I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is
[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.
Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]
You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.
[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.
[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]
I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?

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[He leans over from his position, reaching around Baroona from behind in what almost might seem like a hug-- until his hands cover his eyes gently.]
This!
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... There's no way you can hold your hands like that the whole time I'm asleep.
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After their first meeting and all the emotions that came up there, it was hard to fight them back here. But thinking of the memories of their time together-- the darker ones, specifically-- helped keep him in check.
He's just not going to think about this any further than it being natural.]
You wanna bet? Do I get something if I manage to do it?
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[Still chuckling, he pats at Zelos' thigh, tiredness already pulling at him.] I'm kidding. I'll think of something good later. Just keep holding it, alright?
[His voice already sounds weary and sleep is already threatening to settle in. Part of him can't believe it. This is way too easy a solution to work.]
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What's better than that? You're such a tease, Baroonaaa!
[He laughs as if it's insincere, shifting closer to him from behind as he looks down to try and peak at his face. It's hard from this angle.]
I'll do my best, no problem!
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If it's what you really want then I guess I can't stop you.
[His words are slurring; he's fading off.] I'll think of something else too. Tomorrow...
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...Yeah, just get some sleep. Night, Baroona.