Apr 26, 2010 22:05
[The feed turns on to show a kitchen in a quiet house. The comm seems to be resting on top of an island counter, facing a fridge. In front of the fridge is Danny, in a loose t-shirt. He's hunched over the fridge, probably looking for something. When he speaks, his tone is reminiscent.]
It's funny. Just a few weeks ago I couldn't shake the local paparazzi. Now, I have people crossing the street to get away from me. Like I'm contagious or something.
[He pauses, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a carton of milk. He gets out a glass from an off-screen cupboard and fills it up halfway.] Don't get me wrong. It's not like I haven't experienced this sort of thing before. It's just...
[He raises the glass to his lips, back still turned. Searching for the right word. A moment passes and he drains the glass, wipes his mouth and turns towards the camera. Those with a keen eye might notice a small trail of blood near his hairline. The suggestions of a cut can be seen, though Danny seems oblivious to it.]
It's just weird. Having it happen here, I guess. Gives me a sense of déjà vu.
[His mouth quirks into a puzzled expression. Tilts his head at the comm, then gives a short nervous laugh.]
...Not really sure why I'm recording this.
[And with that, he turns the comm off.]
† daniel rand | iron fist