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driftfleet2017-05-22 08:12 pm
dirtyredneck) wrote in driftfleet2017-05-22 08:12 pm
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Who: Daryl Dixon
Broadcast: Unfiltered Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva if anyone else is on it just yet (he's alone isn't he?)
When: Today
[The subject of this post obviously doesn't know he's being recorded. This is the Marsiva being all nice and broadcasting it's latest arrival's first steps in his new world for all the universe to see.
He's first shown wearing nothing but a frumpy, sweatsuit that's seen many, many, many better days (even with the cleaning that had happened) marked with an "A" on the front. His hair is in his face, dirty and greasy and it looks like it hadn't been washed in weeks. It hides his identity for the time being as he shuffles around the medical bay, quietly exploring his surroundings. He's rubbing at his right side, just below the shoulder, on his chest.
Every so often he reaches out to brush fingers lightly over a surface or an item as he moves out of the medical bay and into the main living quarters where he'll be for the week. Though he doesn't quite know that yet, of course. He keeps shuffling along until he reaches the bunks and lockers. He opens one to find clothing in his size.
The camera doesn't pan away as he shucks his sweatsuit - under which he's wearing nothing - and the scars littering his back are visible for all to see. A mess of parallel lines scattered across every inch of skin and interrupting the tattoo on the right half (a pair of what could be angels or could be demons, hard to tell). It's not visible for long, because he's quick to pulls on the offered briefs and undershirt. The jumpsuit comes next and it being sleeveless is a blessing to him because he prefers the sleeveless life. But in terms of viewership, it allows his nicely muscled arms to remain seen. Once more his fingers stray to his right side, just below his shoulder, on his chest. Like he expects something to be there that isn't.
He apparently has a thing against shoes because he doesn't pull any on as he turns back around, front to whatever camera was trained on him. Finally lifts his head enough for his face to be seen before he starts looking around for a communications array.
It's only when he gets to a console and brings up the menu that the video switches to a close up shot of his face. Exactly what one would expect from a ship to ship video feed.]
Alright, asshole, I'm pulling up the 'appropriate communication channels' so get your ass over here and answer me.
[The words came out as a low, annoyed grumble that didn't have much force to it. Apparently the silence of the feed up to that point had been intentional.]
Broadcast: Unfiltered Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva if anyone else is on it just yet (he's alone isn't he?)
When: Today
[The subject of this post obviously doesn't know he's being recorded. This is the Marsiva being all nice and broadcasting it's latest arrival's first steps in his new world for all the universe to see.
He's first shown wearing nothing but a frumpy, sweatsuit that's seen many, many, many better days (even with the cleaning that had happened) marked with an "A" on the front. His hair is in his face, dirty and greasy and it looks like it hadn't been washed in weeks. It hides his identity for the time being as he shuffles around the medical bay, quietly exploring his surroundings. He's rubbing at his right side, just below the shoulder, on his chest.
Every so often he reaches out to brush fingers lightly over a surface or an item as he moves out of the medical bay and into the main living quarters where he'll be for the week. Though he doesn't quite know that yet, of course. He keeps shuffling along until he reaches the bunks and lockers. He opens one to find clothing in his size.
The camera doesn't pan away as he shucks his sweatsuit - under which he's wearing nothing - and the scars littering his back are visible for all to see. A mess of parallel lines scattered across every inch of skin and interrupting the tattoo on the right half (a pair of what could be angels or could be demons, hard to tell). It's not visible for long, because he's quick to pulls on the offered briefs and undershirt. The jumpsuit comes next and it being sleeveless is a blessing to him because he prefers the sleeveless life. But in terms of viewership, it allows his nicely muscled arms to remain seen. Once more his fingers stray to his right side, just below his shoulder, on his chest. Like he expects something to be there that isn't.
He apparently has a thing against shoes because he doesn't pull any on as he turns back around, front to whatever camera was trained on him. Finally lifts his head enough for his face to be seen before he starts looking around for a communications array.
It's only when he gets to a console and brings up the menu that the video switches to a close up shot of his face. Exactly what one would expect from a ship to ship video feed.]
Alright, asshole, I'm pulling up the 'appropriate communication channels' so get your ass over here and answer me.
[The words came out as a low, annoyed grumble that didn't have much force to it. Apparently the silence of the feed up to that point had been intentional.]
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Or maybe he's just freaked out by where he is; Takeshi can't blame him for that.]
Are you okay? The Marsiva brings people in healed and safe, but it's still pretty scary.
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[The denial is fast, but not harsh. His voice stays soft and unsure - neither particularly intentional.]
Where you from?
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[He smiles, trying his best to be comforting; his voice is just as soft and unsure, really.]
Where're you from?
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[And a second later as a hasty afterthought:]
In America.
...you by yerself?
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Did people tell you what's happening? You're gonna be with good people, so don't worry. I promise. And when I promise things, I mean them, 99%! [He just learned his percentages, work with him here.] I woke up like you did, and I kinda did the same thing you did, but everyone told me I shouldn't be cussing.
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[Only probably.]
Don't blame ya for wanting ta. Wouldn't blame ya for wantin' ta do a lot of shi... cra... stuff.
[He cleared his throat. Shit. Been a while since he had to control his mouth for the sake of a kid's ears.]
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You can cuss if you want; I won't tell on you!
Sometimes bad things happen and people just gotta cuss to feel a little better, right?
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Yeah. Yeah, sure. Uh... thanks. For not tellin' on me.
[One side of Daryl's mouth twitched, like he was trying hard not to smile.]
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Did people tell you about where you are? On the Marsiva?
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Yeah. Said I wouldn't be here long.
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That's right! They shuffle people out onto ships; nobody ever stays there. Sometimes I wish we did, though; there's a lot goes on there, I think... but nobody can get through the doors to see what.
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Lots of people on there have tried, but... they're good doors.