seks - accidental video
[Worn out, Norway sits himself down on the kitchen counter and, yes, his communicator, forced into a pocket already filled with rocks, turns on. At first the image is a static black, broken only by a small patch of dim light in the upper-right hand corner. And so, there's nothing for awhile. ]
I bet he managed to destroy his communicator.
[Norway sighs, eventually, and shifts. A little more comes into view. From its place-sticking out of his pants pocket--there isn't much for the communicator to catch: a supine angle of Norway, who is visibly both peeved and tired, the result of these past few days and, most recently, his unfruitful trip to the hospital to look for Denmark.
As Norway gets ready to get off the counter, the communicator shifts around. Suddenly aware of it, Norway scowls at it briefly--too briefly to notice that it's on--and sets it on the counter. A wonderfully amateurish shot of the kitchen is afforded, in which is visible the upper part of a Prinny, the newest addition to Norway's ménagerie.]
Oi, come on, you. [Norway says as he gets off the counter, his torso coming into view] Go outside and look for Denmark.
No way, dood! Not alone! There's monsters ou--!
Exactly. [Norway shoves pushes the Prinny forward, out of the shot] You're one. I'm low on ammo. It's perfect.
Dood!
[Norway himself exits the the shot, and before it times out the communicator catches:] We can go with my brother. You should meet him now, Nielsen.
(ooc: comment log, Iceland?)
I bet he managed to destroy his communicator.
[Norway sighs, eventually, and shifts. A little more comes into view. From its place-sticking out of his pants pocket--there isn't much for the communicator to catch: a supine angle of Norway, who is visibly both peeved and tired, the result of these past few days and, most recently, his unfruitful trip to the hospital to look for Denmark.
As Norway gets ready to get off the counter, the communicator shifts around. Suddenly aware of it, Norway scowls at it briefly--too briefly to notice that it's on--and sets it on the counter. A wonderfully amateurish shot of the kitchen is afforded, in which is visible the upper part of a Prinny, the newest addition to Norway's ménagerie.]
Oi, come on, you. [Norway says as he gets off the counter, his torso coming into view] Go outside and look for Denmark.
No way, dood! Not alone! There's monsters ou--!
Exactly. [Norway shoves pushes the Prinny forward, out of the shot] You're one. I'm low on ammo. It's perfect.
Dood!
[Norway himself exits the the shot, and before it times out the communicator catches:] We can go with my brother. You should meet him now, Nielsen.
(ooc: comment log, Iceland?)