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Nov 18, 2011 22:55

[The screen flicks on. For about eight seconds, Eric doesn't appear to realize it's recording while he's studying the buttons. He hisses under his breath while he prods the network controls.]

Core my ass... how in the world does... what the name of death is a bloody baseball diamond doing...

[Suddenly, he notices and blinks into the camera.]

Ah! There... Uh... Hello. I'm told that this will go out to everyone here in... Siren's Port... that's it.

[He adjusts the position of the communication device (in this case, a little black moleskine notebook with a small screen and keyboard inside) and it becomes clear that he's sitting up in a bed, shirtless, which his chest and shoulders neatly bandaged. He looks clean, but ill-groomed.]

So, funny thing. A few days ago I get so drunk I fell into a baseball diamond. You heard me. A baseball diamond. It doesn't even take that much drink to get baseball-diamond-drunk, apparently. So, now I'm told this is my new apartment. And also, if you go outside at night things try and kill you.

Charming.

So, I need two things. First, has anyone seen a young man named Alan Humpries? He's smallish with a slight build... brown hair and... I don't know just... I need to know if he got dragged here too. Okay?

[He takes a deep breath.]

I also need a way home.

Well? Hurry up.

c: grell sutcliff, c: caster, c: magneto, !: eric slingby, c: death, c: ciel phantomhive, c: william t. spears

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