|Art ( アート) (latent) wrote in kiseki_logs,|
@ 2015-05-21 11:08:00
|Entry tags:||! journal, elsa, porthos du vallon (bbc), tsubasa 'syaoran' li, yukine, ~ art, ~ felicity smoak, ~ freya (bbc), ~ isabela (dragon age), ~ james buchanan 'bucky' barnes, ~ jamie moriarty, ~ tsubasa | sakura (trc)|
[ video/action | sports island ]
[It's just a shot of the ceiling, too ordinary to give any clue as to where exactly in Kiseki we're getting a peek into. Probably boring, too, with everything silent unless you're listening carefully and start to hear the recorded breathing of two people out of the shot. They're distant, each breath labored, waiting during what seems like a heavy pause.
No need to strain for long, though -- almost too suddenly, it starts again, the silence turning into shouts and quick steps and the unmistakable echo of hand-to-hand combat. The pacing is fast and aggressive, neither person shown thanks to the angle the journal's at, and even their voices are still muffled and hard to make out entirely.]
So, this all you got?
[Hah.] Don't count me out yet.
[That's all there is. Legs sweeping around and kicking or an arm making for a grab, a shoulder bobbing in or out of the way... Each time's almost-but-not-quite making it to the camera's full view before there's only the ceiling again. Soon there's a loud thud, just as one of the two ends up flipped over and thrown on his back on the ground, this time much closer to the journal. A mess of white hair is visible a bit out of focus, while Art gasps for air, makes an effort to lift his head.]
This is what you get, for takin’ it so easy on me. [Bucky’s voice grows clearer, now, as he continues with exasperation.] It ain’t because of my shoulder, is it? Cause I’m pretty sure I told you it’s fine. But since you didn’t wanna believe me, I guess this is what you de--
[Bucky almost comes into view entirely then, as he walks closer to where Art is, but the moment is too brief. His words cut off as he disappears down in a sudden motion, just as Art very much takes the opportunity of his approach to sweep his legs out from under him and in one smooth move get over him and pin him.]
Yield? [He sounds calm, easy, but also downright smug. Hi.] That was careless of you.
[And with that one word that’s as much impressed as it is admiring, the journal cuts off.]
[ooc | joint post with Bucky and Art! responses will come from both unless specified and all the usual.]