Performance o4 / [Video]
Well I suppose this could be worse.
[Sasori is clutching onto a small bag full of various tools and paint, perhaps afraid that he'll lose it in the clutter that covers every surface of the apartment. Including the ceiling, where globs of paint hang menacingly, poised to drip at any moment.
In the few clear spaces are paintings, drawings, sketchpads, all centering on the same group of twisted figures, limbs askew, mouths torn open in unending screams.
Sasori pans the camera away from himself to reveal Hajime, a somewhat unkempt young man who is perched on a stool, scribbling frantically. As the camera moves closer, we can see that the figure he's drawing as the moment bears an uncanny resemblance to a certain puppet we all know.
He begins to speak, quickly, tripping over his words.
"I-I can see you, the pain, the unending horror... is this... is this what's it's like? Answer me!"]
He's been doing that for a while now. Drawing, I mean. And rambling.
I assume everyone else is saddled with someone equally annoying?
[Sasori is clutching onto a small bag full of various tools and paint, perhaps afraid that he'll lose it in the clutter that covers every surface of the apartment. Including the ceiling, where globs of paint hang menacingly, poised to drip at any moment.
In the few clear spaces are paintings, drawings, sketchpads, all centering on the same group of twisted figures, limbs askew, mouths torn open in unending screams.
Sasori pans the camera away from himself to reveal Hajime, a somewhat unkempt young man who is perched on a stool, scribbling frantically. As the camera moves closer, we can see that the figure he's drawing as the moment bears an uncanny resemblance to a certain puppet we all know.
He begins to speak, quickly, tripping over his words.
"I-I can see you, the pain, the unending horror... is this... is this what's it's like? Answer me!"]
He's been doing that for a while now. Drawing, I mean. And rambling.
I assume everyone else is saddled with someone equally annoying?