Feb 27, 2011 23:57
[The whole screen wobbles back and forth. Clearly someone is shaking it, well on his way to a temper tantrum. Then the screen zooms and hits the wall with a clatter before spinning slightly to reveal the dark haired man scowling viciously at the device.]
Bloody thing. Not like I need it. Not like it'll help.
[He gets to his feet and paces angrily, so all that the camera can see is the Master's legs. He's muttering to himself, some in a long dead language but most in English.]
Bloody place, bloody collar, bloody...
WHERE THE HELL AM I ANYWAY?
[He collapses suddenly, reappearing in the screen as he pulls at his dark hair and rubs his temples. There's a definite whine in his voice when he speaks, sounding pathetically lost and helpless.] I want my jelly babies...
c: gabriel,
harold saxon