Jul 14, 2011 14:03
[ 'oof!'
If anyone could have asked for a softer landing, it would have been York. There is no pained sound, however, when he is flopped to the ground with the NV rolling out of his jacket. The switch flips on: video recording but for York, it's a little hard for him to see; with the blindfold over his eyes and it's harder for him to move with the way his wrists are bound behind his back.
Impressively, he doesn't struggle, instead he only talks to himself. ] Well Zach, I guess that could have been called a rough landing, don't you agree? [ As amazingly calm as he may sound, he still twists his wrists behind his back.
The picture is mildly blurred, with York laying on his side in plain view of the lens. ] ...Looks like our friendly chair left us behind. But you know what they say, two's a company, three's a crowd. Let's just hope we get another visit --
[ He pauses in mid-sentence. Finally allowing himself to take this new situation.
Last thing he remembered was being in a clock tower, this certainly doesn't feel like a clock tower. ] How about that. It looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, Zach. [ A beat. ] -- A rather cliché line, isn't it?
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