Stage 057 - [Accidental Video Post]
[ The camera clicks on and the room it's present in is not Lelouch's. The angle is a little off, considering he just barged in (since there was no answer when he knocked), door hitting the camera off balance, making it conveniently land on the 'on' button. The first image seen is of ghosts...bunch of 'em, surrounding the bed and the sleeping victim lying in it. A mess of brown hair, hiding a pair of closed, emrald eyes, peeks out from under the covers. In the corner, you see another figure, that soon fades out -- the shock of seeing such an unusually freaky display sends Lelouch taking a couple steps backwards and out of view. ]
...What...What did you do to him?!
[ The question is, in fact, rhetorical as he doesn't expect an answer, but it should be asked. He sounds furious, but it clashes with the thick worry coating his voice and drowns out the anger. Having not even the slightest bit of experience with ghosts, he throws away his precious logic and returns into view again then immediately breaks into a sprint (despite his athletic stamina) towards the bed, only to be blocked by the ghosts... He rebounds back where he started. He doesn't try again, because he understands with one attempt that it's futile... If not for his fury and concern and dumbfoundedness and love, his shoulders would slump with defeat, but instead they remain firm and he stands, thinking...thinking...refusing to turn around and leave. He'll wait all night like this if he had to, until Suzaku's eyes open. ]
((OOC: Permission granted from Suzaku-mun~ I hope I'm doing this right! If not, ack, please let me know >///<))
...What...What did you do to him?!
[ The question is, in fact, rhetorical as he doesn't expect an answer, but it should be asked. He sounds furious, but it clashes with the thick worry coating his voice and drowns out the anger. Having not even the slightest bit of experience with ghosts, he throws away his precious logic and returns into view again then immediately breaks into a sprint (despite his athletic stamina) towards the bed, only to be blocked by the ghosts... He rebounds back where he started. He doesn't try again, because he understands with one attempt that it's futile... If not for his fury and concern and dumbfoundedness and love, his shoulders would slump with defeat, but instead they remain firm and he stands, thinking...thinking...refusing to turn around and leave. He'll wait all night like this if he had to, until Suzaku's eyes open. ]
((OOC: Permission granted from Suzaku-mun~ I hope I'm doing this right! If not, ack, please let me know >///<))