video.
[ when the video clicks on, it's to a man's back. he's seated on a stool somewhere, hunched over as he laces up a pair of boots. shirtless, his long hair has fallen over his shoulders to reveal the latticework of scars over the broad back. he shifts, sitting up and reaching for something off-screen, and on the length of that reaching arm, the gleam of metal can be seen, as if there are button-sized pins in the flesh. --the arm returns to his side, and with it, a long-sleeved shirt that he pulls on over his head. he's clearly a big guy, even seated, and as he rises to his feet, his head is rather closer to the ceiling than is probably entirely comfortable.
he turns-- and then spots the phone, realizing with a blink that it's recording. a few silent steps closer, and he reaches down with one massive hand, picking the small device up. this close, it's easy to see that his face is roughly divided-- the left side of his face is attractive, even beautiful despite slight scars here and there that mar it. the right side, on the other hand, is covered with an intricate, colourful tattoo which distracts from the horrific scarring just beneath it.
when he smiles, thanks to that scarring, it's a touch lopsided, but still-- surprisingly warm. ]
My apologies, I didn't realize that it was recording. I suppose it'll take me a little time before I'm accustomed to a cell-phone like this.
[ he offers a polite nod, his free hand tucking a few strands of hair away from the good side of his face. ]
My name is Deucalion and I'm a new arrival, and I'll spare you from the usual explanations-- I've already done my own research. Thankfully, there have been so many new arrivals over the past several days that a great deal of information was available without much digging required.
[ a pause, then with a touch of dry amusement: ] --The toe-tag was a nice touch, by the way. Considering how I came into being, anyway.
he turns-- and then spots the phone, realizing with a blink that it's recording. a few silent steps closer, and he reaches down with one massive hand, picking the small device up. this close, it's easy to see that his face is roughly divided-- the left side of his face is attractive, even beautiful despite slight scars here and there that mar it. the right side, on the other hand, is covered with an intricate, colourful tattoo which distracts from the horrific scarring just beneath it.
when he smiles, thanks to that scarring, it's a touch lopsided, but still-- surprisingly warm. ]
My apologies, I didn't realize that it was recording. I suppose it'll take me a little time before I'm accustomed to a cell-phone like this.
[ he offers a polite nod, his free hand tucking a few strands of hair away from the good side of his face. ]
My name is Deucalion and I'm a new arrival, and I'll spare you from the usual explanations-- I've already done my own research. Thankfully, there have been so many new arrivals over the past several days that a great deal of information was available without much digging required.
[ a pause, then with a touch of dry amusement: ] --The toe-tag was a nice touch, by the way. Considering how I came into being, anyway.