[Video/Action]

[charming_jerk]

[VIDEO:] [A face comes across the screen that is startlingly white, with large blue eyes that lack pupils. He looks over the device, scowling slightly, before looking into the camera and speaking.]

So, what am I supposed to say here? This whole damn situation is unreal. I can barely fuckin' believe it. "Transport"? More like "canon fodder" I'm sure. This is like some bad dream. Like I fell asleep while watching a bad action movie or somethin'.

I don't got time for this shit. I bet most of you don't, either. I got somewhere to be and someone to find.

...

Is there a red-headed guy with horns here? Big scar on his mouth? Tell him Johnny's lookin' for him.

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[ACTION for roomies:] [A tall young man enters the apartment, looking angry and a little overwhelmed. He's wearing an old hoodie and jeans that have seen better days, and there's a guitar case strapped around his back. After a few awkward moments of silence, he'll speak up.]

I'm the new guy. Which room's mine?

Comments

[fivetimesover]

Maybe but…when I arrived I was the only one from my home.

[charming_jerk]

"Was"? Did more show up?

[fivetimesover]

Ah, yes! She arrived about a month ago I think.

[charming_jerk]

So I guess there's a chance he could show up later... Probably not a good one but I'll take it.

[fivetimesover]

Hnnn, sure! I think anyone could.

[she has a bright smile for a bit before her face relaxes and she looks off into the distance a little.]