[072] I feel ~pretty~ // Video.
Scars... [He drags the word out, just a touch, as though he relishes it.] These constant reminders of the past, who you are, where you've come from, what you've done. The little white line on your knee from when you landed on the pavement the wrong way, the mark across the brow where you were once struck. Knife wounds, bullet holes, animal bites-- the nearly endless potential to damage the body and make it last.
They're memories in the flesh. In so many ways, they can come to define us. [He pulls off one glove and flexes his fingers, looking at the marked, white skin.] I don't think... it's a bad thing.
[He pulls the glove back on.] I may stand out, but I'm hardly the only one here who's... imperfect. We on the Barge are all damaged, aren't we.
[He leans forward, looking at the camera, smiling behind the mask.] So. Tell me about your scars. [He tilts his head a little, curious.] Or has the Barge erased yours? I know I have lost some to this place. [Amused eyes.] Not that you can tell.
[OOC: BLARGHHH LJ ate my post, so now you get the crappy, cobbled together from memory second draft.]
They're memories in the flesh. In so many ways, they can come to define us. [He pulls off one glove and flexes his fingers, looking at the marked, white skin.] I don't think... it's a bad thing.
[He pulls the glove back on.] I may stand out, but I'm hardly the only one here who's... imperfect. We on the Barge are all damaged, aren't we.
[He leans forward, looking at the camera, smiling behind the mask.] So. Tell me about your scars. [He tilts his head a little, curious.] Or has the Barge erased yours? I know I have lost some to this place. [Amused eyes.] Not that you can tell.
[OOC: BLARGHHH LJ ate my post, so now you get the crappy, cobbled together from memory second draft.]