[ VIDEO ] → ❝ pardon me sir gangster - your trousers are descending ❞
[ From the looks of it, this new face has been messing around with the Forge for upwards of twenty minutes. His face is twisted in a most unhappy expression that was probably brought on by waking up in this room and being greeted with such a poor explanation as to why he was here and then intensified by the fact he couldn't get this godforsaken magical box to cooperate. ]
[ He keeps touching thing, especially the screen, and shakes the device twice. Underneath the glowers, however, there's a rather good looking young lad! Hair - blinding. Eyes - bright. His mouth looks like it could present someone with the most charming of smiles had the corners not been turned down in displeased anger. Yeah, that look makes him look more like a whiny brat, but hey - focus on that hair. Let in blind you. ]
[ - deafen you, too, as he curses and raises the Forge to his face. ]
I wish to speak with my mother.
[ A beat. Then off handedly - almost dismissively; ]
Or some other member of my council. [ There's a low grumble that sounds like something threatening - something to do with cutting off the key body parts of the people responsible for putting him in this decrepit room. ]
[ He starts to touch the Forge again, almost angrily and suddenly - ]
[ BEEP. ]
[ He starts a bit and lifts his lip in a sneer at the thing. Finally, with aggitated movements, Joffrey gives up on the thing, and simply flips it upside down on the bed, allowing the screen to go black. The sounds of someone standing and walking across the room, and then the slam of the door register through the muffled feed before the feed times out. ]
[ He keeps touching thing, especially the screen, and shakes the device twice. Underneath the glowers, however, there's a rather good looking young lad! Hair - blinding. Eyes - bright. His mouth looks like it could present someone with the most charming of smiles had the corners not been turned down in displeased anger. Yeah, that look makes him look more like a whiny brat, but hey - focus on that hair. Let in blind you. ]
[ - deafen you, too, as he curses and raises the Forge to his face. ]
I wish to speak with my mother.
[ A beat. Then off handedly - almost dismissively; ]
Or some other member of my council. [ There's a low grumble that sounds like something threatening - something to do with cutting off the key body parts of the people responsible for putting him in this decrepit room. ]
[ He starts to touch the Forge again, almost angrily and suddenly - ]
[ BEEP. ]
[ He starts a bit and lifts his lip in a sneer at the thing. Finally, with aggitated movements, Joffrey gives up on the thing, and simply flips it upside down on the bed, allowing the screen to go black. The sounds of someone standing and walking across the room, and then the slam of the door register through the muffled feed before the feed times out. ]