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001 || [Video / Action]
[HEY EVERYONE, LOOK AT THIS DUMB GUY!
No seriously, have an image of the biggest loser you'll probably ever meet (and quite literally too), leaning back in a chair that seems almost too small to hold his bulky frame. He lifts a large, practically ape-like hand in a greeting wave once he can see the bracelet's view is focused on him, somewhere over the table in front of him and right beside his huge, boot-covered feet – where they're propped up against the table's edge, of course.]
Heeeey everyone! So I don't wanna be here any more than the rest of you do, I'm pretty sure, but... have you guys tried the food here?
[The sentence is barely finished before he's cramming one of the exotic delicacies before him into his mouth. It should be plainly obvious to the audience what it is.
A peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.]
Mmmm! We don't have stuff like this— [He pauses to swallow there. Yep, he was talking with his mouth full.] —where I come from. What was this called again?
[In the background, a very audible sigh can be heard – along with what, rather than an answer to his question, sounds a lot more like, "Stop that... you're going to break the chair." The voice is obviously female, but it sounds... well, bored. Nonchalant. Like this is par for the course.
It pretty much is.
Blondie here just chuckles merrily and starts chewing on another sandwich.]
I've got this, Sis. No need for the lecture. ... Aaanyway, so uh... my name's Snow. Snow Villiers. [The way he pronounces his last name sounds more like "Vill-ee-ahz". He pauses to let out a satisfied belch and then starts leaning even further back in his chair again as he talks, looking quite the image of the oversized little boy that he is.] —So yeah! You guys need me for anything, just say the word! Doesn't matter where I am, I'll be there as fast as I can. That's what a hero's for, after all.
[He grins crookedly and flashes the camera a wink. However, that's when there's a shift of movement – a slender, gloved hand that's most definitely not his, which abruptly catches hold of the back of the chair when he's not looking and— in the next moment, one of the man's heavy black boots is flying across the camera as he tumbles backwards. Cue the crash and the distinct sound of flailing.]
—Who-o-oa!
[And then Snow's grinning sheepishly as he hauls himself to his feet again, letting out a short laugh and rubbing the back of his head.] Well! Guess I shouldn't have been leanin' back like that.
[Yep... he's entirely oblivious to his "unseen" attacker.]
( OOC: Anyone in House Heimdal is welcome to bother them in person, too! :3 )
No seriously, have an image of the biggest loser you'll probably ever meet (and quite literally too), leaning back in a chair that seems almost too small to hold his bulky frame. He lifts a large, practically ape-like hand in a greeting wave once he can see the bracelet's view is focused on him, somewhere over the table in front of him and right beside his huge, boot-covered feet – where they're propped up against the table's edge, of course.]
Heeeey everyone! So I don't wanna be here any more than the rest of you do, I'm pretty sure, but... have you guys tried the food here?
[The sentence is barely finished before he's cramming one of the exotic delicacies before him into his mouth. It should be plainly obvious to the audience what it is.
A peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.]
Mmmm! We don't have stuff like this— [He pauses to swallow there. Yep, he was talking with his mouth full.] —where I come from. What was this called again?
[In the background, a very audible sigh can be heard – along with what, rather than an answer to his question, sounds a lot more like, "Stop that... you're going to break the chair." The voice is obviously female, but it sounds... well, bored. Nonchalant. Like this is par for the course.
It pretty much is.
Blondie here just chuckles merrily and starts chewing on another sandwich.]
I've got this, Sis. No need for the lecture. ... Aaanyway, so uh... my name's Snow. Snow Villiers. [The way he pronounces his last name sounds more like "Vill-ee-ahz". He pauses to let out a satisfied belch and then starts leaning even further back in his chair again as he talks, looking quite the image of the oversized little boy that he is.] —So yeah! You guys need me for anything, just say the word! Doesn't matter where I am, I'll be there as fast as I can. That's what a hero's for, after all.
[He grins crookedly and flashes the camera a wink. However, that's when there's a shift of movement – a slender, gloved hand that's most definitely not his, which abruptly catches hold of the back of the chair when he's not looking and— in the next moment, one of the man's heavy black boots is flying across the camera as he tumbles backwards. Cue the crash and the distinct sound of flailing.]
—Who-o-oa!
[And then Snow's grinning sheepishly as he hauls himself to his feet again, letting out a short laugh and rubbing the back of his head.] Well! Guess I shouldn't have been leanin' back like that.
[Yep... he's entirely oblivious to his "unseen" attacker.]
( OOC: Anyone in House Heimdal is welcome to bother them in person, too! :3 )
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[W-what... that was random. Why would anyone think Lightning is a pony!? Sure, she rides one amid a flurry of rose petals and all, but... yeah. Snow's brow furrows in utter confusion for a moment before he smiles again.] This's Lightning! My future sis-in-law. Don't worry, she's not really as scary as she looks.
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And oh great, another person who think they're a pony or whatever... and this one seems to be a kid, even. After a brief annoyed look at Snow, have a face at the camera that looks like this:
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And ya' don't look scary, Lightning. It's nice to meet ya!
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[ You know. The naked in the freezing cold one. Come to think of it, they sort of talk in the same way, don't they? It took Lightning until just now to place and realize where she'd heard it before... ]
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[but she stops when she hears lightning and sticks her face back close to the video screen] Was her name Applejack? She's my big sis!