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asgardeventide2013-09-16 05:14 pm
lethechained) wrote in asgardeventide2013-09-16 05:14 pm
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[.oo5] VIDEO
[From the time the video starts out, it's relatively obvious that this was never meant to be posted. The camera is focused on a simple drawing of some flowers - or rather, in the process of focusing. Someone seems to be attempting to record their work.]
[The camera shifts after a few moments, turning up toward a wall pasted with countless other drawings, so many that they obscure most of the actual space on it. They're of all sorts of things - people, places, just everyday objects, and there are numerous representations of what are probably very familiar sights to anyone who's spent enough time in the city.]
[It seems whoever is in control of the recording is just starting to try to focus it on one specific portion of the wall when the movement stops abruptly. The lack of appropriate framing suggests that this was not intentional.]
[For a few moments, everything is still.]
[Then someone steps into the frame -- facing away but recognizable to anyone who knows her.]
[She begins to tear the drawings down. There is no care taken to preserve them, no caution whatsoever - they are ripped unceremoniously from their places, losing corners and chunks in the process. Some are discarded immediately - others are held onto only long enough for her to tear them to shreds before letting them fall. She moves back and forth, the sound of splitting paper continuing even when she steps out of the camera's view.]
[This goes on for a couple of minutes before, just as abruptly as she started, the girl stops. When she regains herself, she does so looking down at a sheet of paper only halfway bisected. Her shoulders jerk in surprise, and futilely, she presses the two halves back together again. Of course, they flops back apart the second she lets go.]
[The paper slips out of her hands and she does not stoop to retrieve it. She's too busy looking around at her work. When at last she turns and sees the camera, the distress already on her face intensifies, and it's only a few seconds before she's reaching toward the camera's view and it shuts off with a sharp screech.]
[Someone's due for a bad day, it seems.]
[The camera shifts after a few moments, turning up toward a wall pasted with countless other drawings, so many that they obscure most of the actual space on it. They're of all sorts of things - people, places, just everyday objects, and there are numerous representations of what are probably very familiar sights to anyone who's spent enough time in the city.]
[It seems whoever is in control of the recording is just starting to try to focus it on one specific portion of the wall when the movement stops abruptly. The lack of appropriate framing suggests that this was not intentional.]
[For a few moments, everything is still.]
[Then someone steps into the frame -- facing away but recognizable to anyone who knows her.]
[She begins to tear the drawings down. There is no care taken to preserve them, no caution whatsoever - they are ripped unceremoniously from their places, losing corners and chunks in the process. Some are discarded immediately - others are held onto only long enough for her to tear them to shreds before letting them fall. She moves back and forth, the sound of splitting paper continuing even when she steps out of the camera's view.]
[This goes on for a couple of minutes before, just as abruptly as she started, the girl stops. When she regains herself, she does so looking down at a sheet of paper only halfway bisected. Her shoulders jerk in surprise, and futilely, she presses the two halves back together again. Of course, they flops back apart the second she lets go.]
[The paper slips out of her hands and she does not stoop to retrieve it. She's too busy looking around at her work. When at last she turns and sees the camera, the distress already on her face intensifies, and it's only a few seconds before she's reaching toward the camera's view and it shuts off with a sharp screech.]
[Someone's due for a bad day, it seems.]
[Action]
[And no doubt this will be politely arguing this back and forth until they actually made it to the restaurant. ]
Besides you have had a difficult day. I would like to do something to make up for it.
[Action]
[Almost certainly - especially since it's not actually very far at all. She seems to be making for one of the places on this street.]
You are making up for it, just by accompanying me.
[Action]
[He pulled out a cafe chair for her once they reached the small shop.]
Have a seat.
[They are both just too nice and willing to please. The only solution is to have two drinks.]
[Action]
You're very stubborn. Thank you.
[That was for the seat, not regarding the drinks. A moment, then,]
Maybe we should split them.
[Action]
It might be easier. If we do not we will speak of nothing else this whole time.
[Action]
[Her smile is half amused, half apologetic.]
Alright, then. For the sake the conversation.
[Action]
Only after a sip did he decide to ask.]
I do not mean to bring up a difficult subject but... I am curious, what were the drawings that were torn of? Memories of Asgard?
[Action]
That's alright. It's... understandable. [Her pause is brief.] Yes, mostly. There were a few things from my worlds, and some that I tried making up, but-- that's what I draw most. Memories, I mean.
[Action]
Was that the only time you had been violent while you were sleepwalking?
[Action]
That's an interesting observation.
[-- Ah. She nods her head, though a moment late.] Yes, I-- that was the first time I did anything.
[Action]
Bene, if you have not been sleepwalking very much then I doubt you have been too badly touched by what is going on.
[Action]
Mm. I know I've been very, very fortunate. I'm just sorry so many other people haven't been.
[Action]
[He agreed. A few bumps, bruises and near death experiences... well, he could have done with fewer of the last one... but the people who were out there harming others did have it worse than he did.
But, no reason to dwell on that right now what with hot chocolate and the friend nearby.]
Could I see some of your drawings some time? I am interested in what kind of work the other artists around are doing.
[Action]
Of course...! I would really like that. I... can't say that I'm the best artist out there, but I do it because I enjoy it. [At this point, anyway - before, there was also a degree of purpose. (Not that there isn't some of it now, just... less pressing.)] I'd like to see yours, too, if you don't mind.
[Action]
[Careful what you ask for though, he is a VERY prolific sketcher.]
[Action]
Alright, then. [A smile.] No taking that back later.