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driftfleet2016-07-22 02:10 pm
greaser) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-22 02:10 pm
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Who: Dallas Winston
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now!
[ When the feed flickers to life, the network is greeted by the face of a young man who can't be older than seventeen or eighteen--albeit a very old seventeen or eighteen. He's a bit disheveled, dressed in a beaten denim jacket that could possibly be sporting quite a bit of dried blood on it if you look closely enough.
It's definitely something else to take in, but still, he surveys the camera with a cool smirk and a look of calm disinterest. ]
What's a guy gotta do to get a pack of cigarettes around here?
[ The important things. He chuckles, ducking his head to gaze out a window. He doesn't allow himself to be fazed by what he sees, no matter how the terrifying unfamiliarity of it all may twist his gut into knots. You never let them break you, whoever "them" may be here. ]
Glory, and here I thought Hell was gonna look a whole lot different than this. Alright, kids-- [ His gaze snaps back to the camera, still as cool and calm as ever. ] This place looks out of it. I ain't supposed to be here, but I may as well ask: What's there to do for kicks around here? I ain't savvy on staring at trees til I get sick, you dig?
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now!
[ When the feed flickers to life, the network is greeted by the face of a young man who can't be older than seventeen or eighteen--albeit a very old seventeen or eighteen. He's a bit disheveled, dressed in a beaten denim jacket that could possibly be sporting quite a bit of dried blood on it if you look closely enough.
It's definitely something else to take in, but still, he surveys the camera with a cool smirk and a look of calm disinterest. ]
What's a guy gotta do to get a pack of cigarettes around here?
[ The important things. He chuckles, ducking his head to gaze out a window. He doesn't allow himself to be fazed by what he sees, no matter how the terrifying unfamiliarity of it all may twist his gut into knots. You never let them break you, whoever "them" may be here. ]
Glory, and here I thought Hell was gonna look a whole lot different than this. Alright, kids-- [ His gaze snaps back to the camera, still as cool and calm as ever. ] This place looks out of it. I ain't supposed to be here, but I may as well ask: What's there to do for kicks around here? I ain't savvy on staring at trees til I get sick, you dig?
action
[She seems perfectly unphased, honestly, though genuinely confused at the second part.]
I... know not your meaning. They are darts? Have you need of weapons?
action
[ He crosses his arms over his chest, just to be sure she doesn't try to pull anything slick. He doesn't want to have to get rough with a girl if he can manage, but he isn't completely above it. ]
Look, just forget it. What's the matter with you anyway? What's with the, uh--
[ He gestures to her ears. Surely there's nothing real about them. ]
What's with the getup?
action
[She tilts her head, ears flattening slightly. So, you know, if they are fakes, they're pretty convincing to move like that.]
I know not what matter you speak of. If you speak of my clothes, I could ask the same of you. If you refer to my ears and tail, I am a mixed-blood.
... I am already aware that most worlds have none like me, but I will thank you to not make a big deal of it.