Gestirn 001 [Video//Accidental]
[The PCD flickers on and it is immediately apparent that the device is recording from an odd angle, lying sideways on the ground. After a few moments, a tall, blond boy steps into view, his head tilted to the side slightly. If one looks close enough, there is a small bit of blood the palm of his right hand, and his face looks just a shade too pale. Despite his appearance, he looks relatively calm, seemingly distracted by something.]
Kätzchen... kommen sie hier, Kätzchen!
[Alfons' voice is friendly and light, though there's an almost... off quality to it, raspy one might call it, but not quite. He takes another step and one can see the haunches of a small white cat a few feet away from him.]
Miezekätzchen... ? Miezek--
[The small, white cat is now facing Alfons--and the PCD--, displaying its sharp, and rather grotesque-looking, teeth. Alfons' face pales and he stumbles backward, catching himself just as he trips. It's clear that, while frightened, Alfons is trying not to completely panic. Without taking his eyes from the creature in front of him, Alfons crouches and reaches a hand out, groping for something, anything, finally curling around a piece of rubble.]
Kusch! Kusch!
[He shouts at the animal, his voice clear and loud; almost startling, coming from such a frail-looking boy. When the cat (... if it can really be called that) doesn't back off at all and only hisses, Alfons only lets out a louder stream of German words at it. Then, his shouting stops and he pulls his hand back, then whips it forward, the chunk of concrete in his hand flying toward the animal and hitting it square in the face. It screeches and quickly runs off and, over its pained noises, Alfons' relieved laughter can be heard, then some more shouting, this time triumphant in its tone.]
Abscheu!
[Alfons stands upright and dusts his coat and pants off, then suddenly hunches over a little. He brings a hand up to cover his mouth and his body shakes with pained breaths. The feed cuts off, just as the sound of coughing can be heard.]
Kätzchen... kommen sie hier, Kätzchen!
[Alfons' voice is friendly and light, though there's an almost... off quality to it, raspy one might call it, but not quite. He takes another step and one can see the haunches of a small white cat a few feet away from him.]
Miezekätzchen... ? Miezek--
[The small, white cat is now facing Alfons--and the PCD--, displaying its sharp, and rather grotesque-looking, teeth. Alfons' face pales and he stumbles backward, catching himself just as he trips. It's clear that, while frightened, Alfons is trying not to completely panic. Without taking his eyes from the creature in front of him, Alfons crouches and reaches a hand out, groping for something, anything, finally curling around a piece of rubble.]
Kusch! Kusch!
[He shouts at the animal, his voice clear and loud; almost startling, coming from such a frail-looking boy. When the cat (... if it can really be called that) doesn't back off at all and only hisses, Alfons only lets out a louder stream of German words at it. Then, his shouting stops and he pulls his hand back, then whips it forward, the chunk of concrete in his hand flying toward the animal and hitting it square in the face. It screeches and quickly runs off and, over its pained noises, Alfons' relieved laughter can be heard, then some more shouting, this time triumphant in its tone.]
Abscheu!
[Alfons stands upright and dusts his coat and pants off, then suddenly hunches over a little. He brings a hand up to cover his mouth and his body shakes with pained breaths. The feed cuts off, just as the sound of coughing can be heard.]