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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.]
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