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returninghope) wrote2010-09-27 12:30 am
returninghope) wrote2010-09-27 12:30 am
Regret 001; [Action/Accidental Video]
[As is usual for him, Zan'nen wakes to find that he has fallen asleep in yet another odd place. This time, it was a cold, hard forest floor. Again. Groaning slightly as he pulls himself up, he mentally kicks himself for not doing the smart thing and finding a proper place to hide before passing out stone cold. It wasn't like there was anyone looking for him. No, there was no one he wanted to avoid or anything.
But damn, he was sore. Not entirely unusual, with the way he tended to fall asleep in odd positions, but this was... different. He stretches his arms over his head, and only then realizes that his shirt seemed to be missing.]
Dammit!
[He fumbles around for a minute trying to find where he might have thrown his shirt the night before, but instead his fingers brush something decidedly smooth. He hastily yanks the object out from under the brush it was wedged under, only to find that his alias, "Zan'nen", was printed rather nicely across the cover.]
....the hell? [Nervously, his wings shudder, which startles Zan'nen enough that the journal falls to the ground, sprawling wide open in front of him.
Anyone that happened to be paying attention to their journals at that moment was treated with a sudden video feed of a man--(or was it a woman? Hard to tell by just the face.)--trying to crane their head over their shoulder, looking rather panicked. And if that didn't get their attention, his sudden angry exclamation--]
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! [...might have done the trick.]
(ooc:Hope I'm doing this right. Zan'nen is confused and frightened, so expect jerk-ass-ness~! Well, with him you always should, but yeah... Feel free to stumble upon him and drag him into town as well, if you're ready for a stubbornness fight. )
But damn, he was sore. Not entirely unusual, with the way he tended to fall asleep in odd positions, but this was... different. He stretches his arms over his head, and only then realizes that his shirt seemed to be missing.]
Dammit!
[He fumbles around for a minute trying to find where he might have thrown his shirt the night before, but instead his fingers brush something decidedly smooth. He hastily yanks the object out from under the brush it was wedged under, only to find that his alias, "Zan'nen", was printed rather nicely across the cover.]
....the hell? [Nervously, his wings shudder, which startles Zan'nen enough that the journal falls to the ground, sprawling wide open in front of him.
Anyone that happened to be paying attention to their journals at that moment was treated with a sudden video feed of a man--(or was it a woman? Hard to tell by just the face.)--trying to crane their head over their shoulder, looking rather panicked. And if that didn't get their attention, his sudden angry exclamation--]
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! [...might have done the trick.]
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