Mar 27, 2011 18:40
There's a crash, an inglorious sort of thud, and a sharp hiss of breath.
Someone's just landed flat on his ass, and it felt about as pleasant as it sounded.
He might be hard to see, at first. Black carapace, black suit, dark room. Only his eyes are really clear, narrowed but still, somehow, bewildered. He shakes his head, rolls his jaw gingerly--there's an alarming click or two as he does so--and climbs to his feet. He's found himself jumped into unfamiliar timelines so often that he's learned to roll with the punches, so to speak. So instead of rushing to look around, he spends some time tidying himself up. He's civilized like that, you know.
He's tugging his tie straight when he notices the cameras--the big one mounted in the corner, and the small unit sitting on an endtable. Those get his attention, but still no visible reaction. When he's finished adjusting his wardrobe--and he takes his time with this--he pulls a deck of cards from his pocket and begins to shuffle, watching the cameras watch him.
this is my confused face,
intro,
simple deck of cards