[ Video : Week 20, Day 1, early morning // backdated ]
[Ever since coming back home from work on the previous day, and finding out Elliot has left the house despite of everything he said and went off somewhere, Gilbert's been trying to contact him, however, didn't get a single response. No need to tell, he's worried out of his mind, what with all the things going on around - and Elliot's just a kid dammit, he doesn't even have a Chain or anything, - and he finally realizes what he should have done hours ago; try to ask people if anyone has seen him.]
[As he appears in the video during the early morning hours, it's perfectly clear that he hasn't slept at all, and, of course, looks so worried that even his hair seems to be a little straigher. He's fearing for the worst, but there's no way to find out if something happened or not without asking, as much as the possible answers make him nervous. Oh, why couldn't he be at home. Or at least made it clear enough why they shouldn't leave -- HE'S SUCH A FAILURE OF A BIG BROTHER, ISN'T HE. How could this happen.]
[Taking a deep breath, trying to make his voice not to shake. He's talking quite quickly though, and it quite well shows how on edge he must be... and have been for the last ten hours or so.]
E-excuse me, has anyone seen my brother? [Yes, details on whether or not they're actually related don't matter in such a dire situation.] His name is Elliot Nightray, he's sixteen and about this height, [he gestures it approximately,] carries a sword around, has blue eyes and light brown hair, standing up here... [Making the best hand impression of a cowlick over his forehead that you could ever imagine.] Please, if you know where he is, o-or at least if he's alright, let me know.
[He rubs his forehead a little frustratedly and sighs before turning the device off. Baby brother, you'd better be alright.]
[As he appears in the video during the early morning hours, it's perfectly clear that he hasn't slept at all, and, of course, looks so worried that even his hair seems to be a little straigher. He's fearing for the worst, but there's no way to find out if something happened or not without asking, as much as the possible answers make him nervous. Oh, why couldn't he be at home. Or at least made it clear enough why they shouldn't leave -- HE'S SUCH A FAILURE OF A BIG BROTHER, ISN'T HE. How could this happen.]
[Taking a deep breath, trying to make his voice not to shake. He's talking quite quickly though, and it quite well shows how on edge he must be... and have been for the last ten hours or so.]
E-excuse me, has anyone seen my brother? [Yes, details on whether or not they're actually related don't matter in such a dire situation.] His name is Elliot Nightray, he's sixteen and about this height, [he gestures it approximately,] carries a sword around, has blue eyes and light brown hair, standing up here... [Making the best hand impression of a cowlick over his forehead that you could ever imagine.] Please, if you know where he is, o-or at least if he's alright, let me know.
[He rubs his forehead a little frustratedly and sighs before turning the device off. Baby brother, you'd better be alright.]