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№6 - Video.
[ /broken filters from 007 » 102 & 001 » 197 ]
Look, okay, I— [ Who is this? A new face? Not so unfamiliar to a few, but the blood is new. Quite beaten up, it seems. Bloody. Bloody. Bruised. Bloody. He doesn't always look like this. Really. ]
I'm Richard Brook, and I've... I've spoken to you all before, not so much the, you know— [ A loose gesture at his face, flashing a grin, but it immediately crumbles. A look of pain wrapped tightly in regret. This is definitely Richard Brook you are looking at. His voice fluctuates as well, but in a strange unsteadiness.
Like he's scared. ]
I haven't been too "out there," I know that. I have my reasons. [ A pause, gaping his mouth. As if he has forgotten the next part of his little message. There's a side glance. Maybe he wrote down what to say?
No, no, now he's rubbing at his face. Look closely, his hands are trembling, clasped together and uncertain where to place them. ] There's always something about this place and faces. Mistaking faces and—
Little things that cause problems. [ Beating around the bush. ]
You know, freak you out and make you want to play "stay away." Oh— [ Really beating around the bush. ]
I-I personally don't think it's a game. This isn't fun. [ Really, really beating around the bush. ]
Not that— [ Rea— ]
God. [ There we go. ]
I have things I regret, and they followed me, that's why. You're home one day, then wow, space, but it still follows you. Awfully weird, isn't it? [ A small chuckle, just to slightly smooth out the awkwardness. It follows with an uncomfortable silence.
He tried.
Might as well end this with a wave. ] Cheers.
( ooc: To anyone who wanted Jim in the Jump Log, I'm going to skip that out. IT WOULD DEFINITELY COMPLICATE THINGS. You can always catch me on Plurk to retry interactions though. <333 Thanks guys. )
Look, okay, I— [ Who is this? A new face? Not so unfamiliar to a few, but the blood is new. Quite beaten up, it seems. Bloody. Bloody. Bruised. Bloody. He doesn't always look like this. Really. ]
I'm Richard Brook, and I've... I've spoken to you all before, not so much the, you know— [ A loose gesture at his face, flashing a grin, but it immediately crumbles. A look of pain wrapped tightly in regret. This is definitely Richard Brook you are looking at. His voice fluctuates as well, but in a strange unsteadiness.
Like he's scared. ]
I haven't been too "out there," I know that. I have my reasons. [ A pause, gaping his mouth. As if he has forgotten the next part of his little message. There's a side glance. Maybe he wrote down what to say?
No, no, now he's rubbing at his face. Look closely, his hands are trembling, clasped together and uncertain where to place them. ] There's always something about this place and faces. Mistaking faces and—
Little things that cause problems. [ Beating around the bush. ]
You know, freak you out and make you want to play "stay away." Oh— [ Really beating around the bush. ]
I-I personally don't think it's a game. This isn't fun. [ Really, really beating around the bush. ]
Not that— [ Rea— ]
God. [ There we go. ]
I have things I regret, and they followed me, that's why. You're home one day, then wow, space, but it still follows you. Awfully weird, isn't it? [ A small chuckle, just to slightly smooth out the awkwardness. It follows with an uncomfortable silence.
He tried.
Might as well end this with a wave. ] Cheers.
( ooc: To anyone who wanted Jim in the Jump Log, I'm going to skip that out. IT WOULD DEFINITELY COMPLICATE THINGS. You can always catch me on Plurk to retry interactions though. <333 Thanks guys. )
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