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[The sound of a shriek-- or a gobble?-- peeks the volume as the PCD clicks on. It's stationary, but the sounds coming from it are certainly not. The gravel is crunching, the odd sound of something sharp scraping unpleasantly against concrete, scuffling and feathers. More gobbling, and the sharp cry of a child.
The PCD is kicked unceremoniously, the view tumbling before finally steadying out upon one of those horrible Giant Turkeys.. And a Ciel in it's beak. The boy's conscious, at least, but from the look of his arm, bloodied and limp, he doesn't look like he's fairing very well. Especially not with the pained expression; those beaks are strong, and are more than likely crushing his ribs. One final cry, very lacking of air, lets out, before the feed cuts off.]
The PCD is kicked unceremoniously, the view tumbling before finally steadying out upon one of those horrible Giant Turkeys.. And a Ciel in it's beak. The boy's conscious, at least, but from the look of his arm, bloodied and limp, he doesn't look like he's fairing very well. Especially not with the pained expression; those beaks are strong, and are more than likely crushing his ribs. One final cry, very lacking of air, lets out, before the feed cuts off.]