Apr 26, 2011 15:11
[The feed flickers on mid-scene: Johannes has picked the PCD up and is toying with it, though his method doesn’t employ the standard random mashing of buttons. He seems to notice immediately that the little light has come on, and both of his eyebrows shoot up in mild surprise.]
Interesting.
[His tone suggests otherwise, however; it is low and contains thinly-veiled anger. The sky is dark behind him, but the PCD gives enough light to illuminate his face: he seems tired, pale face covered in a thin sheen of sweat. There is a twig in his hair, and his countenance is certainly bemused and mildly incensed. A nerve in his jaw jumps.]
Some cosmic joke.. [He is muttering to himself as his eyes rove across the PCD. He doesn’t seem to be aware that others will be able to see this - enjoy, Adstring, this is the most candid that Johannes Cabal will likely ever be in front of you.] Though it doesn’t come as a surprise.
[And then, beep. Whatever button he just hit just ended the feed.]
need a shower,
fuck pocket dimensions,
obligatory where-the-hell-am-i post,
*intro