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ataraxion2011-12-15 12:59 pm
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001 ✘ VIDEO > TEXT
[ The video post begins blurred, the camera having difficulty catching focus on anything in particular. Vague, peach-colored shadows move across the screen, accompanied by a soft mumbling sound. There are no words in particular, more like exaggerated huffing or quite possibly humming. The noises are too indistinct and mushy to resolve into something definitive.
After a few seconds of this, however, the camera pulls back and finally resolves on the upside down face of a teenage boy. His expression can only be described as comical -- nose crinkled, brow pursed, eyes squinted up with confusion as the pink tip of his tongue pokes out the side of his screwed-up mouth. He continues to make noises as he obviously fiddles with buttons -- a series of huh. huh. huh? following one after the other. Their tone varies in a way that seems to indicate that each little huh means to say something different. Irritation, then curiosity, and then oh wait like this.
Finally managing to get the picture upright, he begins tapping away at things. He now makes another face at the camera -- something halfway between a smile and looking like he has to sneeze. ]
[ Because, clearly. Mouse as priorities when lost in space. ]
After a few seconds of this, however, the camera pulls back and finally resolves on the upside down face of a teenage boy. His expression can only be described as comical -- nose crinkled, brow pursed, eyes squinted up with confusion as the pink tip of his tongue pokes out the side of his screwed-up mouth. He continues to make noises as he obviously fiddles with buttons -- a series of huh. huh. huh? following one after the other. Their tone varies in a way that seems to indicate that each little huh means to say something different. Irritation, then curiosity, and then oh wait like this.
Finally managing to get the picture upright, he begins tapping away at things. He now makes another face at the camera -- something halfway between a smile and looking like he has to sneeze. ]
LOOKING FOR:
1 SPACE HOODY
SIZE > L
WILLING TO TRADE FOR:
BIC LIGHTER
STRAIGHT RAZOR
WHISTLE (TWEET TWEET MOTHERFUCKERS)
CHAIN
PADLOCK
IPOD (NO CHARGE, HEADPHONES FUCKED)
NAILPOLISH (YELLOW, OODLES OF THE SHIT)
SEND HELP
OBI WAN KENOBI, ONLY HOPE
BLAH BLAH BLAH
[ Because, clearly. Mouse as priorities when lost in space. ]
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He chirps: ] Thanks!
[ He then lifts his hands to wiggle his fingers at the camera. His nails are painted a bright turquoise, chipping at the edges on most of his nails and completely gone on his pinkies where he's worried it away with his teeth. ] Nothing better to get. Maybe. Don't have much. Just have that.
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caleb can do this. maybe.]
No problem. [caleb smiles back; it's smaller and a lot more awkward than mouse's grin, but at least it's there. hi spacefrand?]
Yeah, the lockers seem to have a lot of, um. Assorted stuff. [see: the giant hipsterfuck scarf, almost exactly the color of mouse's nail polish, wrapped around caleb's neck.]
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Congrats, Caleb, Mouse is not thoroughly convinced you will be best friends by default and the way he grins into the camera seems vaguely indicative of that. Resistance is futile. He taps the camera, indicating Caleb. ]
Neat scarf. Yours? Or trade?