Sixth Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs [Accidental Video]
God damn it.
[This is how the feed starts, with a slam and more cursing. The blackberry's view obscured by the leather fabric of Eddie's vest pocket.
It still giving an decent enough view of just where Eddie is though. From the looks of it, he's in the hallway, back against the wall as he growls.]
Damn it Heather. [The view shifts just slightly as Eddie lifts an arm up, seemingly rubbing his forehead or the like from the way it lingers up there. Anvil can be heard moving on his shoulder.]
You were- supposed to be safe.
No one can see these things attacking people dear. So expecting her to-
Still! I was hoping she'd be okay, she's got a good head on her shoulders. This wasn't supposed to happen. [The roadie seems torn between being angry and sad. Silence lingering as Anvil sighs, not even sure what to say herself.
Eddie's hand drops for a moment before he digs through another pocket, shaking the videos view as he extracts the
knife that started it all. Staring at it for a second before giving another angry growl, this one much lower though, more animalistic in comparison to the last one.
Said knife meeting the wall with a decent amount of force on Eddie's behalf.
The knife survives being tossed, just hitting the floor with a clatter.]
[This is how the feed starts, with a slam and more cursing. The blackberry's view obscured by the leather fabric of Eddie's vest pocket.
It still giving an decent enough view of just where Eddie is though. From the looks of it, he's in the hallway, back against the wall as he growls.]
Damn it Heather. [The view shifts just slightly as Eddie lifts an arm up, seemingly rubbing his forehead or the like from the way it lingers up there. Anvil can be heard moving on his shoulder.]
You were- supposed to be safe.
No one can see these things attacking people dear. So expecting her to-
Still! I was hoping she'd be okay, she's got a good head on her shoulders. This wasn't supposed to happen. [The roadie seems torn between being angry and sad. Silence lingering as Anvil sighs, not even sure what to say herself.
Eddie's hand drops for a moment before he digs through another pocket, shaking the videos view as he extracts the
knife that started it all. Staring at it for a second before giving another angry growl, this one much lower though, more animalistic in comparison to the last one.
Said knife meeting the wall with a decent amount of force on Eddie's behalf.
The knife survives being tossed, just hitting the floor with a clatter.]