Martin Darkov - 8th generation (
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exsilium2012-07-19 08:08 pm
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[ok look his life is just going to be him smacking the wrong buttons if he keeps abandoning this thing for days/weeks at a time — this is really his own fault.
so here you go, a worm's eye of Martin seated in a hallway, a little damp from all the rain, but looking a great deal less like walking death. a nice change. the odds of him spinning out into melodramatic self-pity parties are shockingly low.
he's doing his very best to stick to his word and not exchange words, but he's somehow convinced himself that doesn't cover reading or listening to the people he's acquainted with...hence finally turning this darn thing on.
and stupidly turning on video feed.
he's staring at it dumbly for a little while, starting to squint and wonder why nothing's showing up. you can count the second the lightbulb clicks. his face reddens and his mouth sucks into an unspoken OH. he bristles, quickly snapping the computer shut. END FEED.
responses will be icly delayed about an hour/two hours RESISTING THE SIREN SONG TO COMMUNICATE.]
so here you go, a worm's eye of Martin seated in a hallway, a little damp from all the rain, but looking a great deal less like walking death. a nice change. the odds of him spinning out into melodramatic self-pity parties are shockingly low.
he's doing his very best to stick to his word and not exchange words, but he's somehow convinced himself that doesn't cover reading or listening to the people he's acquainted with...hence finally turning this darn thing on.
and stupidly turning on video feed.
he's staring at it dumbly for a little while, starting to squint and wonder why nothing's showing up. you can count the second the lightbulb clicks. his face reddens and his mouth sucks into an unspoken OH. he bristles, quickly snapping the computer shut. END FEED.
responses will be icly delayed about an hour/two hours RESISTING THE SIREN SONG TO COMMUNICATE.]
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Good. You've been sleeping and everything?
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But not in your room anymore [THAT WAS...EMBARRASSING....AWKWARD...ETC...]
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...You are staying in your own room now, right? [ Because Bariyan wouldn't put it past this kid to try sleeping out in the streets or something. HE REALLY WOULDN'T. ]
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make what you will of this pause.]
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slowly comes to his own conclusions.... ]
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[ and... background noise. something like a muted thunk. ]
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I find places
Its not bad im not sick anymore
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Ive been staying out of trouble i promise
[well tRYING]
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I found places
If there was an open window or someplace empty i just picked it but i didnt bother anyone or take anything it was just to sleep
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[ another thunk, though Bariyan's keeping it all as quiet as possible. also, the fact that he is ALMOST YELLING covers up the rest of the noise.
he's finding it a lot easier to get angry at people when they're not face-to-face.... ]
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Im trying to do whats right
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That doesnt make sense
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[ Bariyan twists the blade, grimaces, watches another part of himself detach.... Maybe that'll stop the spread of whatever this is. And now he's just a little more useless than before. Damn it. ]
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that gets SILENCE.]
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though he suddenly has enough insight to mute the microphone while doing so ]
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