third reflection || accidental video
[There is an explosion of noise, numerous thumps accompanied by several painful exclamations, a roar of surprise, and then the PDA is skittering across the floor at the base of a set of stairs. It slows to a halt only after hitting the nearby wall, bouncing off and spinning to a stop so that the camera is showing, at an off kilter angle, an incredibly awkward situation.
The low light glitters off of the sharp length of a massive needle, its point dug deep into the floor's cement surface. It is speared, barely missing two sets of legs piled on top of one another, its tip dangerously close to the bottom individual's inner thigh. A girl's skirt is hiked up much too high for decency, but there's not much the young woman can do to fix it at the moment. Poland is splayed on top of Heather Mason, who is swearing and either trying to kick him in the balls or simply to push him off, maybe both.
She is finally successful in shoving him onto the floor beside her. The angry teen staggers to her feet as she pushes down her skirt where the country's limp hand had inappropriately come to rest. Heather is still fuming, her face red with wrath and eyes keen with thoughts of vengeance. She's still whispering expletives and, without thought, grabs up the end of the giant needle, her fingers tightening around the area where only a massive piece of thread could hope to pass through. The teen yanks the needle free of the floor, not even thinking about how perfectly it seems to feel in her hand, and points the tip of the Weapon waveringly towards Poland's chest.]
What the hell did you do that for!?
[Heather exclaims, glaring at the country down the length of the giant needle.]
The low light glitters off of the sharp length of a massive needle, its point dug deep into the floor's cement surface. It is speared, barely missing two sets of legs piled on top of one another, its tip dangerously close to the bottom individual's inner thigh. A girl's skirt is hiked up much too high for decency, but there's not much the young woman can do to fix it at the moment. Poland is splayed on top of Heather Mason, who is swearing and either trying to kick him in the balls or simply to push him off, maybe both.
She is finally successful in shoving him onto the floor beside her. The angry teen staggers to her feet as she pushes down her skirt where the country's limp hand had inappropriately come to rest. Heather is still fuming, her face red with wrath and eyes keen with thoughts of vengeance. She's still whispering expletives and, without thought, grabs up the end of the giant needle, her fingers tightening around the area where only a massive piece of thread could hope to pass through. The teen yanks the needle free of the floor, not even thinking about how perfectly it seems to feel in her hand, and points the tip of the Weapon waveringly towards Poland's chest.]
What the hell did you do that for!?
[Heather exclaims, glaring at the country down the length of the giant needle.]