2日 The cat and the arachnid.
[ The sigh is long, and low; muffled. It sounds out from a shaded darkness, tiny glimmers of light peeking through, giving off the very blurred vision of dark skinned fingers.
Almost as the sigh had reached the end of its decrescendo, light floods the lens, forcing it to focus.
Its cradle is a towel, if the blur of white terry cloth blocking about a forth of the screen, down in the lower right corner. ]
Spiders... I hate spiders.
[ The voice if recognizable, perhaps to anyone that had heard it the week prior. One of the new arrivals. Though this time it is without the dry roughness it held previously. It clearer, smother, but...darker. Clearly, she really does not like the arachnids.
Yoruichi moves into view, stepping out from somewhere behind when the recording is taking place. Her hair is hanging down, slightly damp, and her clothes are more form fitting, then what she was stuck with last week. In her hand she drops a bundle of orange material off screen. The rest of her clothing it black, long black leggins, and a shirt, lacking its back and shoulders. It covers her front rather well, ending up in a almost turtle neck like collar, though much more form-fitting, clinging to her skin, the metal collar laying over the material.
Her right leg moves, a sweeping motion, kicking upward, lifting up a spider about the size of a soccer ball, letting it hover there for a brief moment, one more kick sending it flying off screen to what anyone could believe as an open door, shortly followed by the slam of said door. ]
And stay out.
[ She gives a curt nod, moving back over for her towel, picking up the little device as she does. Shaking her head at it, she doesn't even bother to turn it off before it is unceremoniously tossed into the closet where it sits within the darkness before it turns itself off ]
Almost as the sigh had reached the end of its decrescendo, light floods the lens, forcing it to focus.
Its cradle is a towel, if the blur of white terry cloth blocking about a forth of the screen, down in the lower right corner. ]
Spiders... I hate spiders.
[ The voice if recognizable, perhaps to anyone that had heard it the week prior. One of the new arrivals. Though this time it is without the dry roughness it held previously. It clearer, smother, but...darker. Clearly, she really does not like the arachnids.
Yoruichi moves into view, stepping out from somewhere behind when the recording is taking place. Her hair is hanging down, slightly damp, and her clothes are more form fitting, then what she was stuck with last week. In her hand she drops a bundle of orange material off screen. The rest of her clothing it black, long black leggins, and a shirt, lacking its back and shoulders. It covers her front rather well, ending up in a almost turtle neck like collar, though much more form-fitting, clinging to her skin, the metal collar laying over the material.
Her right leg moves, a sweeping motion, kicking upward, lifting up a spider about the size of a soccer ball, letting it hover there for a brief moment, one more kick sending it flying off screen to what anyone could believe as an open door, shortly followed by the slam of said door. ]
And stay out.
[ She gives a curt nod, moving back over for her towel, picking up the little device as she does. Shaking her head at it, she doesn't even bother to turn it off before it is unceremoniously tossed into the closet where it sits within the darkness before it turns itself off ]