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justwantsafety*the video comes on with the sound of several small items falling to the ground, one of them right in front of the Dreamberry, which also fell, making it start broadcasting this moment of FAIL when it landed and popped open. It's immediately recognizable to anyone who's familiar with Junkyard wares, a standard medium-sized rations bar in its drab little wrapping, probably plastic or something, nothing flashy. Military issue, likely, certainly nothing of importance. The view beyond it shows the setting to be from the middle of a cluster of little houses in the village, with a clear shot of the fountain beyond them, not too very far away.*
*there's a sound from Harley, something of a whine, mostly just a frustrated sound as he goes about, out of view for a moment, presumably gathering back up what he dropped... and then his left hand comes into view, snagging the wrapped-up little rations bar. His skin's gone a darker, ashy sort of color, no longer its common peachy tone, and the skin just around the tattoo-like mark on the back of his hand is shining whitely at its edges, with yellowy, bright orange glowy lines spreading out away from it. He puts the bar somewhere, out of the camera's view, and then he grabs up the Dreamberry, closing it and cutting the feed again as he does.*
((Fair warning: he's really not likely to answer any tags back to this accidental post, since he probably won't get a chance to... but it was just a few seconds' clip of a random but totally identifiable location anyway. He didn't even realize it recorded anything; he hasn't been messing much with the little device enough to know it well, or how it works, or... anything. Very fail, Harley. Very fail. *sarcastic applause* :|
Edit: Just for reference, or if anyone's curious, the log that immediately follows this post is right here. ))
*there's a sound from Harley, something of a whine, mostly just a frustrated sound as he goes about, out of view for a moment, presumably gathering back up what he dropped... and then his left hand comes into view, snagging the wrapped-up little rations bar. His skin's gone a darker, ashy sort of color, no longer its common peachy tone, and the skin just around the tattoo-like mark on the back of his hand is shining whitely at its edges, with yellowy, bright orange glowy lines spreading out away from it. He puts the bar somewhere, out of the camera's view, and then he grabs up the Dreamberry, closing it and cutting the feed again as he does.*
((Fair warning: he's really not likely to answer any tags back to this accidental post, since he probably won't get a chance to... but it was just a few seconds' clip of a random but totally identifiable location anyway. He didn't even realize it recorded anything; he hasn't been messing much with the little device enough to know it well, or how it works, or... anything. Very fail, Harley. Very fail. *sarcastic applause* :|
Edit: Just for reference, or if anyone's curious, the log that immediately follows this post is right here. ))
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Date: 2009-06-08 07:53 am (UTC)You didn't listen to me... [It was too late for that! He was about to lose control! She knew that he had been very clear about wanting everyone in her tribe to stay away from him, but no one else could stop him without hurting him now! Even worse, what if he hurt someone else...?]
[... And of course, that was when she looked out her window and noticed Heat and Serph running away from the base. Without even thinking about it, Sera suddenly swept away from the window and ran as fast as she could, which was unfortunately not fast enough, to catch up with them. She could guess where they were going, and if she could help it, she was going to keep them out of danger at all costs!]