NOBODY PANICS WHEN THINGS GO ACCORDING TO PLAN
The cell's back.
For all appearances, it seems as though it's only been a couple of minutes since it's been gone. (If you met the man inside the cell before, you'll notice he's only moved three inches or so since the last time you saw him.) He is eying the bar with the same amount of interest as he was before, hands held on his lap, fingertips pressed together.
The main difference is in lighting. A very bright light has been switched on somewhere on the ceiling of the cell, giving everything an oddly sterile look for the glass and water on the floor, and the grime on the bars.
It provides a stunningly good look at the cell's inhabitant. The scars on his face are more pronounced than ever, eyes appearing as though they had sunk deep, deep into his face, make-up taking on a few more levels of garishness, straggly hair providing a strange frame for his features. His clothes are more visible as well, all custom, all almost distractingly colorful in the new light.
(From his right pants pocket, and this noticeable only if you're looking very, very carefully, pokes a wreath of flowers. It could easily be mistaken for a pocketwatch chain if the flowers were taken out of the picture.)
In the meanwhile, there's another newspaper at the bar.
| ooc: feel free to just react to the newspaper if you want to. same rules that applied to the last ep apply to this one! if you have a slowtime with me i haven't tagged up, feel free to poke me.
calling slowtimes! tags open 'til whenever. |
For all appearances, it seems as though it's only been a couple of minutes since it's been gone. (If you met the man inside the cell before, you'll notice he's only moved three inches or so since the last time you saw him.) He is eying the bar with the same amount of interest as he was before, hands held on his lap, fingertips pressed together.
The main difference is in lighting. A very bright light has been switched on somewhere on the ceiling of the cell, giving everything an oddly sterile look for the glass and water on the floor, and the grime on the bars.
It provides a stunningly good look at the cell's inhabitant. The scars on his face are more pronounced than ever, eyes appearing as though they had sunk deep, deep into his face, make-up taking on a few more levels of garishness, straggly hair providing a strange frame for his features. His clothes are more visible as well, all custom, all almost distractingly colorful in the new light.
(From his right pants pocket, and this noticeable only if you're looking very, very carefully, pokes a wreath of flowers. It could easily be mistaken for a pocketwatch chain if the flowers were taken out of the picture.)
In the meanwhile, there's another newspaper at the bar.
| ooc: feel free to just react to the newspaper if you want to. same rules that applied to the last ep apply to this one! if you have a slowtime with me i haven't tagged up, feel free to poke me.
calling slowtimes! tags open 'til whenever. |