Siren's Pull Application
Here be the application to RP the Splinter Cell character, Sam Fisher. Took me about 12 posts... so it's really long. I got inspired, LOL.
Also, I would appreciate if no comments are posted in here for the sake of keeping things organized. If you wish to reply on something concerning this application that feel free to go to the Siren's Pull HDM post ( Read more... )
Also, I would appreciate if no comments are posted in here for the sake of keeping things organized. If you wish to reply on something concerning this application that feel free to go to the Siren's Pull HDM post ( Read more... )
[Static... Complex yet simple static made of thousands of disturbed pixels that collide with each other in a mass of grays, blacks and whites. It goes like that for a while before the image of a man finally comes into the screen. Although the image is disturbed constantly thanks to heavy rain and fast movements of the device and the colors not being exactly clear, one can notice the man at the other side of the line is a middle aged man. Well, the lines of expression and the gray hairs do all the talking, but other than that, he looks relatively young; a rare contrast. Said man seems focused enough, but if the spectator was good at reading expressions, as in really good, he or she would be able appreciate a panicked expression behind the man's strong one. Said man shakes his head here and there, the device moving abruptly as if said person was in constant movement.]
I'm requesting aid. For anyone out there who's seeing and or listening to my frequency. I'm not sure what the hell is going on here...
[Then he stops talking for a minute, looking over at his shoulder with a slight hiss as the camera points to said spot. There's a whole in his gray shirt and a red liquid coming in between the damaged skin. He's bleeding.]
...I've been injured. I don't by who... or better yet what...
[By now, distress is clear. Confusion too. The colors around him change from the darkened sky into a more bright surroundings.]
Civilization... I thought I was never gonna miss it...
[The abrupt movement of the device he was using to record himself stopped as he leaned close to what seemed to be a wall. The sounds of rain doesn't seem to bother the rest of the com when the man presses his throat slight and talks while looking at something that is just lost to his eyes. After a moment of silence, he turns back to the camera and takes a breath before pressing his throat gently.]
If there's someone out there... by any chance...
[He lowers his voice]
Seems impossible...
[He clears his throat and his voice rises in tone again in that confident way as he looks at the camera.]
Name is Sam Fisher. I seem to be stranded in some godforsaken place. I already checked on other means for communication but there doesn't seem to be nothing else other than some sort of LAN. The perimeter runs over miles of... nothing... It's nearly pitch black... too much vegetation in the area. Clock marks 18:45, but with all the clouds... it looks darker than that.
[His fingers hover close to the camera and then they are gone in a second. At the bottom right of the screen some numbers appear that seem to be coordinates of some sort. Then his image is gone momentarily and a map is shown. It zooms in and marks his position close to an area marked as Sector 7. The map zooms down besides his coordinates and Sam comes back into sight.]
My location should be on screen now...
[Another wince that he tries to hide as he moves his hand away from his throat and the sound of the rain takes over his words.]
Goddamn arm is falling off...
[And again, he takes his hand to his throat.]
I'll keep an open channel through LAN to update my location on this video feed...
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