001 ⚜ Video ⚜ Francis' arrival
[Francis arrived late in the evening, during the start of the Darkness. The greeter directed him to the baseball dugout; still dazed and confused, Francis had followed her kind words and stayed there, just as the sirens had gone off. He really didn't pay the sirens any mind, as he sat down to study the strange computer he'd been holding when he arrived, and then looked up at just where he had arrived, not sure what was going on or even where this baseball diamond was located.
Then, in front of his eyes, he'd seen the whole world change.
Frightening, horrid changes. Everything outside began to decay, and swirling tendrils of some sort of dark fog began to take a physical form. His breath caught in his throat, just watching the creatures outside for a moment, before the bright light in the dugout seemed to attract them to him.
And he was all alone in the dugout.
Now, after several hours of cowering in the farthest corner from the door, the creatures had stopped rattling the door and laughing behind the glass at his misfortune - for now. He slowly opened his computer, briefly looking down at the screen for just a moment, then doing a double take - this said video call. In a moment he tapped that option, and was surprised to find that a female voice said he was now streaming live onto some sort of network. Quickly, he spoke, his wide eyes showing the pure terror he was feeling.]
Hello? Does anyone know what's going on? S'il vous plaît, I don't know where I am and there are démons outside and--
[The creatures begin rattling the door again. Yelping, he looks up, seeing it's just the creatures laughing at him again, and hesitantly looks back at the screen, glancing a few words - "Canada" being one of them. His eyes suddenly take on a whole new look, one partially mixed with anger and confusion as well as intensifying his fear.]
Matthieu...? Matthieu, are you responsible for this...?
[He suddenly grabs the computer screen, shaking it just a little.]
Matthieu, are you there? Answer me, please. Answer your papa! Vous êtes effrayer votre papa!
[His voice cracks, and he finally lets go of the screen, curling up as best he can with the computer in his lap.]
Is... anyone out there?...
(( ooc: Translations for anyone that needs them!
S'il vous plaît - please
démons - pretty self-explanatory.
Vous êtes effrayer votre papa - You're scaring your papa ))
Then, in front of his eyes, he'd seen the whole world change.
Frightening, horrid changes. Everything outside began to decay, and swirling tendrils of some sort of dark fog began to take a physical form. His breath caught in his throat, just watching the creatures outside for a moment, before the bright light in the dugout seemed to attract them to him.
And he was all alone in the dugout.
Now, after several hours of cowering in the farthest corner from the door, the creatures had stopped rattling the door and laughing behind the glass at his misfortune - for now. He slowly opened his computer, briefly looking down at the screen for just a moment, then doing a double take - this said video call. In a moment he tapped that option, and was surprised to find that a female voice said he was now streaming live onto some sort of network. Quickly, he spoke, his wide eyes showing the pure terror he was feeling.]
Hello? Does anyone know what's going on? S'il vous plaît, I don't know where I am and there are démons outside and--
[The creatures begin rattling the door again. Yelping, he looks up, seeing it's just the creatures laughing at him again, and hesitantly looks back at the screen, glancing a few words - "Canada" being one of them. His eyes suddenly take on a whole new look, one partially mixed with anger and confusion as well as intensifying his fear.]
Matthieu...? Matthieu, are you responsible for this...?
[He suddenly grabs the computer screen, shaking it just a little.]
Matthieu, are you there? Answer me, please. Answer your papa! Vous êtes effrayer votre papa!
[His voice cracks, and he finally lets go of the screen, curling up as best he can with the computer in his lap.]
Is... anyone out there?...
(( ooc: Translations for anyone that needs them!
S'il vous plaît - please
démons - pretty self-explanatory.
Vous êtes effrayer votre papa - You're scaring your papa ))