[Video | Public : Week 7, Day 5]
[Tony Stark does not look happy. He's haggard, worn, poorly rested, barely looking fit for duty despite his SHIELD Director's uniform. His eyes are dark, and red-rimmed, as though he's been crying, or been near to it - or at least that he hasn't slept in a good few days. He's sitting on his briefcase, the Hitomi in one white-gloved hand, elbow propped up on one knee.]
...Yeah, you know what? This isn't even my phone. Where the hell is my cellphone? This is someone else's goddamn cellphone I've got here. It doesn't look like there's a signal tower for miles...
[He pauses. He's obviously disoriented, a little frantic, on edge.]
Look-- Loki, Doom, whoever's behind this; this is a... bad time. Couldn't be goddamn-- worse timing--
[He cuts himself off quickly, his throat clicking as he swallows sharply.]
I'm seeing no goddamn reason for this phone to work, but since you've stuck me on my ass out here... Jesus. I ever mention what a big fan of the countryside I am?
No?
Well there's a reason for that.
Assholes.
...Yeah, you know what? This isn't even my phone. Where the hell is my cellphone? This is someone else's goddamn cellphone I've got here. It doesn't look like there's a signal tower for miles...
[He pauses. He's obviously disoriented, a little frantic, on edge.]
Look-- Loki, Doom, whoever's behind this; this is a... bad time. Couldn't be goddamn-- worse timing--
[He cuts himself off quickly, his throat clicking as he swallows sharply.]
I'm seeing no goddamn reason for this phone to work, but since you've stuck me on my ass out here... Jesus. I ever mention what a big fan of the countryside I am?
No?
Well there's a reason for that.
Assholes.