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[accidental video post]
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Nov. 14th, 2010 @ 04:49 pm
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*As the video feed picks up, Jade can be seen in a black tuxedo, red flower pinned to the upper pocket of the overcoat. Hands are stuffed into the pockets, one of them curled around a small black box; not that anyone can see that.*
*His steps are quiet, a smile on his face. He's facing the camera - not noticing it - as he nears his and Tear's room. As he gets closer to the door, he lets his right hand slide out of the pocket, curling around the doorknob as he pushes the door open.*
*The feed cuts out as the door closes quietly shut behind him.* |
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Nov. 4th, 2010 @ 07:19 pm
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*it's a pretty typical scene for the green hedgehog in leather; chilling on top of the hotel rooftop - watching the sun set against the horizon as deeper colors start to blip through the reds and oranges. The only difference is that after the curse lifted, the troublemaker has been all but missing in action - this being one of the first appearance since then. Chaos sensors would have known that he was still around, but for all intensive purposes - he's been a shadow around the hotel, if he's even been in it at all*
*he shifts against the rooftop, one hand curled about a liquor bottle - the pack of them sitting off to the side, waiting for him whenever he wants the next one. Surprisingly, there aren't any empty ones littering the area. His back is toward the camera, so he doesn't even know that the thing is recording at the moment, before taking another swig of the current bottle that he has in his hands. There isn't much liquid left in the bottle he has, emptying it easily before giving it a look over - shaking the bottle to make sure he's gotten the rest of it before he turns it completely around in his hand*
*from there, he holds it like he's about to shatter the bottom of it to get a jagged edge, then winds back and lobs it as hard and as far as he can right off of the rooftop. The bottle sails a good distance, dropping like a stone before a quiet psh sound of breaking glass can be heard somewhere below*
*he, on the other hand, just reaches for another one and opens it, tossing the cap off the side of the building again before his shoulders drop a little, slumping slightly along with his ears for a brief moment before he takes a hit off of that bottle as well*
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[accidental video]
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Oct. 10th, 2010 @ 09:25 pm
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[The Prez is writing, busily. There are crumpled pages scattered around him. He mutters to himself occasionally, sometimes scratching lines out, other times staring at the paper blankly.]
The biggest enemy of state... writer's block... |
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Aug. 31st, 2010 @ 06:52 pm
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*The thief is running through the hallways of the hotel, smirking as he does so. The brat has bells on his boots and with each step he takes, they make a loud jingling noise to anyone who may be in their rooms.
He's laughing as he ignores the red lights coming from the tip of his boots, lighting up as he runs around.
Tail flicks back and forth happily, pleased with himself. Some of the residents may get a wake up call~*
((ooc; I blame y'all in the chat just now. oDo)) |
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[Accidental Video Post]
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Aug. 30th, 2010 @ 05:54 pm
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*ah, a familiar sight, really. The room is relatively dim but it's still obvious that the walls are lined with numerous canvases, many of them leaning against the walls here and there as well. At the moment, though, the familiar easel sits empty. Instead, the small dark figure is seated on the bed, facing the window. The curtains are parted just enough to let the light of both city and moon stream in, highlighting black and red quills in an ethereal sort of silver*
*the little hedgehog seems to be working busily at something with needle and thread, bits and pieces scattered on the bed along with an open box, obviously of whatever supplies are being used. Somewhere in the room it sounds as though a music box is playing, something gentle but somehow foreboding at the same time. Have you heard that tune before?*
*pulling needle through fabric, the little hedgehog seems to be humming along to the song, quietly, sounding distracted but following the tune all the same. At least, that is, until the humming starts to be replaced, little by little, with snatches of words here and there. Yes, some of you who've been here long enough have probably heard it before*
A~kai~ Tsu~ki~
Akai tsuki~
Tsumi wo okashita
Mono-domo no~
Kegare o kiyomeru
Akai tsuki~
Koyoi wa dare ga
Umare kawaru
Koyoi wa--
*cuts off rather suddenly. For a second there's nothing but silence and stillness, before those shoulders hunch and the legs curl up. Thin arms curl around them, still clutching fabric and needle both as the little hedgehog curls forward over them, face burying in the crook there. The little form trembles for a moment, with a soft sound, before it straightens again, shoulders rolling a little bit. After a second those thin hands move again, returning to their work, the music box still playing in the background and that soft voice still humming along quietly*
(( I'M POPPING OLDREDUX'S CHERRY s-sortof. *flees from everyone before she can be killed* 8D 8D 8D ))
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