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[A young man with aristocratic-looking features, smirking green eyes and a curious scar running from his brow to the bridge of his nose is gazing into the crystal. He seems both amused and intrigued by the device. His appearance looks a little run-down: he's draped in a tattered white trenchcoat, a few faint rust-coloured smears visible on his chin and throat and mottling the fabric. Lifting a gloved hand, he wipes at a grey streak of dirt across one cheekbone, not once tearing his eyes away from the communication device.
After watching so many images dance across its surface and listening to the voices pour forth, he's finally figured the damn thing out.]
Well, well.
[Biting down on the fingertip of one of his black gloves, he pulls his hand free, running long naked fingers through his slightly unkempt blond hair to smooth it back into place.]
I could really, really use a cigarette right about now. Any offers?
(yeah, mun couldn't wait any longer. >>)
After watching so many images dance across its surface and listening to the voices pour forth, he's finally figured the damn thing out.]
Well, well.
[Biting down on the fingertip of one of his black gloves, he pulls his hand free, running long naked fingers through his slightly unkempt blond hair to smooth it back into place.]
I could really, really use a cigarette right about now. Any offers?
(yeah, mun couldn't wait any longer. >>)