Aug 07, 2011 16:53
[ So, after waiting in the line multiple times, nearly socking the nearest person next to him several times, causing all around disorderly conduct, using obscene language and gestures to emphasize his absolute rage, filling out papers, figuring out technology what is this-- oh yeah, and being told his world got destroyed-- Scotland finally manages to simmer his temper the best he possibly can. Really. This is the best he possibly can as he broadcasts his first video to you all. It's loud, angry, and sounds half drunk, BUT THERE'S SWEARING.
The ginger head brute, dressed in his kilt and a button up shirt with a tank top underneath, exposes to the video feed colorful language! So much color! and LORD, that accent. It's so thick and Scottish. ]
OIIIII!! CAN ANY O' YE BLOODY PISSWITS 'EAR ME?! FUCK.
I WANT TAE TALK TAE SOME FUCKIN' BASTARD THAT I CAN ACTUALLY BLETHER TAE ME AND ANSWER ME...
[ He shifts slightly, teeth gnashing together before he gestures by slamming his fist in his palm. ]
I WANT DAMPT ANSWERS.
AND I WANT THEM RIGHT NOU.
TELL ME WHIT THIS IS BEFORE I BOX SOMEBODY'S FUCKIN' EARS LIKE.[ He's so upset right now, well. He totally forgot he has no idea how to get to his room, or where he's located, or ANYTHING. Anything answered to him earlier just flew out the window as he acts on pure emotion here. It's just, you know, Scottish rage. Good luck. ]
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