☇ FOURTEENTH ROAR || 24TH OCTOBER 2009 || ACCIDENTAL VIDEO
[This post comes around in the morning, about ten or so. The feed flickers open to show what seems to be Date's... room, the angle of the camera a bit too upright so the ceiling is sort of visible. Silence is pretty prominent for a good moment, but then the sound of something scraping on the ground breaks that silence.]
Shit... [The voice is notably Date's, the samurai cursing in his usual Engrish as he appears onto the feed from the bottom, as if he's just stood up. He's wearing what seems to be a yukata rather than his usual armor and stuff, glancing to the side as he wipes away the sweat dripping from his chin with a hand that's bandaged right from the wrist to his fingers.]
[Lowering down the hand, Date glances down and seems to be glaring at something, unmoving for a moment before he then bends down and picks up a bokuto from the floor. A wince is visible from the man when he does hold the wooden blade (note that both his hands are equally bandaged), but still Date forces himself to hold the sword and stills momentarily, stilling his breath as he concentrates and then swings--]
[--only to let out a pained noise as the pain of his still healing hands gets to him, and the bokuto clatters to the ground once more as Date loses his grip. The man swears again and moves to bend down to pick it up once more, but then the feed ends before anyone can see what happens next.]
Shit... [The voice is notably Date's, the samurai cursing in his usual Engrish as he appears onto the feed from the bottom, as if he's just stood up. He's wearing what seems to be a yukata rather than his usual armor and stuff, glancing to the side as he wipes away the sweat dripping from his chin with a hand that's bandaged right from the wrist to his fingers.]
[Lowering down the hand, Date glances down and seems to be glaring at something, unmoving for a moment before he then bends down and picks up a bokuto from the floor. A wince is visible from the man when he does hold the wooden blade (note that both his hands are equally bandaged), but still Date forces himself to hold the sword and stills momentarily, stilling his breath as he concentrates and then swings--]
[--only to let out a pained noise as the pain of his still healing hands gets to him, and the bokuto clatters to the ground once more as Date loses his grip. The man swears again and moves to bend down to pick it up once more, but then the feed ends before anyone can see what happens next.]