Video 001
[Someone’s cell phone, device feed, whatever turns on, upside down and turned outwards so its hard to tell who’s contacting the network. Instead, it shows a feed of the inside of the Abax Central Station and the sound of rapidly approaching trains can be heard.
The device remains pointed outwards and at the edge of the feed the vision of something moving very swiftly -a train- can be seen. There and gone in a flash and at a rapid rate of speed.
Afterwards, quiet briefly falls over the area and the device is shifted in the hand that holds it. Slowly it pans around to reveal a slender form, familiar in face to many it would seem and dressed in cords, an oxford shirt and a button down sweater that is a few sizes too large for him..
Charles’ blue eyes are focused away from the device, as if he doesn’t even realize he has it turned on and his face is pinched at the eyes and the corner of his mouth as if in discomfort. He’s pale, dark hair stark against the pallor of his face and he swallows a couple of times as if choking back the need to be physically ill, lips pressed in a tense line.]
Whatever it is [he says thoughtfully.] Its as if the trains … [he trails off, frowning and its hard to tell if he means to be addressing the device or not.] It doesn’t feel like any of us.
[Someone is certainly puzzling over something and as the feed shows his face, there comes the sound of another train approaching. He tenses, swallowing again as the train grows louder, the sound of it racing along the tracks corresponding with a heavy wince on his face and he actually takes a step back, turning his head slightly to the side as if he wants to retreat from something.
But then the train sound is gone and he breaths slowly through his mouth and opens his eyes once again, curiosity and fear in his expression.]
What are you... [He questions before taking a step forward, his hand bumping against his thigh and drawing his attention to his open device. Blinking at it as if just realizing it is in his hand, he lifts it up more even with his face.]
Ah, hello there, why did I ... OH! Right. To, ah ... myself I guess? I found a store with sweaters down on the third street over from here. They were back in the retro section. [He makes a face as if it’s bemusing to him why perfectly good sweaters would be displayed under retro.] Anyway, thought you might like to know, my friend.
[ooc: Spooky presence noted with mod approval!]
The device remains pointed outwards and at the edge of the feed the vision of something moving very swiftly -a train- can be seen. There and gone in a flash and at a rapid rate of speed.
Afterwards, quiet briefly falls over the area and the device is shifted in the hand that holds it. Slowly it pans around to reveal a slender form, familiar in face to many it would seem and dressed in cords, an oxford shirt and a button down sweater that is a few sizes too large for him..
Charles’ blue eyes are focused away from the device, as if he doesn’t even realize he has it turned on and his face is pinched at the eyes and the corner of his mouth as if in discomfort. He’s pale, dark hair stark against the pallor of his face and he swallows a couple of times as if choking back the need to be physically ill, lips pressed in a tense line.]
Whatever it is [he says thoughtfully.] Its as if the trains … [he trails off, frowning and its hard to tell if he means to be addressing the device or not.] It doesn’t feel like any of us.
[Someone is certainly puzzling over something and as the feed shows his face, there comes the sound of another train approaching. He tenses, swallowing again as the train grows louder, the sound of it racing along the tracks corresponding with a heavy wince on his face and he actually takes a step back, turning his head slightly to the side as if he wants to retreat from something.
But then the train sound is gone and he breaths slowly through his mouth and opens his eyes once again, curiosity and fear in his expression.]
What are you... [He questions before taking a step forward, his hand bumping against his thigh and drawing his attention to his open device. Blinking at it as if just realizing it is in his hand, he lifts it up more even with his face.]
Ah, hello there, why did I ... OH! Right. To, ah ... myself I guess? I found a store with sweaters down on the third street over from here. They were back in the retro section. [He makes a face as if it’s bemusing to him why perfectly good sweaters would be displayed under retro.] Anyway, thought you might like to know, my friend.
[ooc: Spooky presence noted with mod approval!]