⊕ lucky thirteen
[It's early afternoon, and when Enma switches on the video, you can see the sand swirling about outside through the window behind him. He eyes the camera apprehensively for a moment before turning it to face a fair-sized box with DEATHBOX 360 written on it in familiar green lettering.]
So I, uh. Got this...thing.
[He sounds marginally more enthused than usual. Not as enthused as you'd expect a middle-schooler with a new game console to sound, but he's getting there.
He leans forward to open up the box. He fusses with the tape for a moment, pulls it loose and discards it on the floor, then opens up the box and pulls out the styrofoam padding, the huge-like-an-unmentionable-other-gaming-console console, the equally massive power brick, cables, and the controller. Flecks of styrofoam land in his hair and will probably nest there until his next shower. Then he sits back down, turning the camera back to face him]
Never had one before. And, uhm. Guess it's pretty cool...
[A pause as he flips through the instruction manual for a moment, then eyes the cables with trepidation]
And there's stuff outside...and stuff. So. Might as well set it up.
[He reaches for the cables, looks down at them, and takes a moment to correct it]
Try to set it up.
[And then he sits up, dragging the pieces of the system with him. Several minutes of bumping around follow, along with a few muffled 'OW's before Enma reappears holding a controller and a remote. He switches on the TV, then drops the remote, unwittingly turning the volume up. Way up.]
Gonna...see if it turns on.
[He disappears for a moment -- and the console turns on, greeting Enma with a LOUD BLAST OF NOISE. There's a startled yelp from Enma as he tosses the controller in surprise. It crashes through the window, saved from multi-story fall by its cord as Enma scrambles to switch off the feed.
He'll be back momentarily.]
So I, uh. Got this...thing.
[He sounds marginally more enthused than usual. Not as enthused as you'd expect a middle-schooler with a new game console to sound, but he's getting there.
He leans forward to open up the box. He fusses with the tape for a moment, pulls it loose and discards it on the floor, then opens up the box and pulls out the styrofoam padding, the huge-like-an-unmentionable-other-gaming-console console, the equally massive power brick, cables, and the controller. Flecks of styrofoam land in his hair and will probably nest there until his next shower. Then he sits back down, turning the camera back to face him]
Never had one before. And, uhm. Guess it's pretty cool...
[A pause as he flips through the instruction manual for a moment, then eyes the cables with trepidation]
And there's stuff outside...and stuff. So. Might as well set it up.
[He reaches for the cables, looks down at them, and takes a moment to correct it]
Try to set it up.
[And then he sits up, dragging the pieces of the system with him. Several minutes of bumping around follow, along with a few muffled 'OW's before Enma reappears holding a controller and a remote. He switches on the TV, then drops the remote, unwittingly turning the volume up. Way up.]
Gonna...see if it turns on.
[He disappears for a moment -- and the console turns on, greeting Enma with a LOUD BLAST OF NOISE. There's a startled yelp from Enma as he tosses the controller in surprise. It crashes through the window, saved from multi-story fall by its cord as Enma scrambles to switch off the feed.
He'll be back momentarily.]