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goesbythebook) wrote2012-03-12 09:12 pm
goesbythebook) wrote2012-03-12 09:12 pm
001 [action/accidental video]
[Yet another journal plays, one of countless left to their own nefarious devices. The video shows--well, mostly sky. No one said the books could aim themselves, even if they do turn on without help. On the right, however, a man can be seen standing on what looks like a ledge. In fact, anyone below that particular community building might see him as well. William has woken up in a very high place, and perched himself in the best spot to observe the activity below.]
Honestly. This situation grows continually worse. [The voice is bland, if clearly irritated. Fitting as it comes from a man whose posture would rival most wooden boards.] Whatever turn has brought me to this place is most unwelcome.
[Then a breeze blows not quite at the right angle to turn the page, but perfectly directed to send a shiver up William's back. Oh, and of course the black wings now attached there spread out, instinctively resisting the cold.]
And with these unnecessary appendages in place of my proper clothes. Honestly, if either of those ill-performing reapers were capable of such a thing, I could easily place the blame on them. I can only hope that the responsible party somehow has more sense, now that whatever poor joke they've attempted has come to its fruition.
[He raises a hand, fingers extended, up to the side of his face. There's a faint click as he adjusts his glasses, quickly replaced by an irritated sigh.]
Certainly they can return my scythe at the very least.
[He can't even jump down with proper balance while he lacks it.]
Honestly. This situation grows continually worse. [The voice is bland, if clearly irritated. Fitting as it comes from a man whose posture would rival most wooden boards.] Whatever turn has brought me to this place is most unwelcome.
[Then a breeze blows not quite at the right angle to turn the page, but perfectly directed to send a shiver up William's back. Oh, and of course the black wings now attached there spread out, instinctively resisting the cold.]
And with these unnecessary appendages in place of my proper clothes. Honestly, if either of those ill-performing reapers were capable of such a thing, I could easily place the blame on them. I can only hope that the responsible party somehow has more sense, now that whatever poor joke they've attempted has come to its fruition.
[He raises a hand, fingers extended, up to the side of his face. There's a faint click as he adjusts his glasses, quickly replaced by an irritated sigh.]
Certainly they can return my scythe at the very least.
[He can't even jump down with proper balance while he lacks it.]
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Oh, you can be such a cruel slavedriver, Will~!
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I said to proceed.
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Give her a moment. She catches the edge of the ledge and pulls herself back up so she's hanging off it, looking up at him.]
Technically, darling, we're already here.
[She pushes off and drops to the ground.]
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...Except for that step he stumbles forward. But no one saw that.]
At last.
[And into the store he goes.]
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Clothes and such here. Across the way, items.
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William follows Grell's gestures, but then hesitates. To find his items sooner, versus having Grell Sutcliffe put her hands on them...]
Very well. I doubt the search will take me long.
[No, no touching for Grell.]
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