FILE 12 : accidental video
[ the video flicks on and the view from the desk is half blocked by a small empty glass bottle and a cup of water. Behind that though, is Conan trying to read a book on the bed. Keyword: trying. His face is obviously flushed, even from the distance, and after a few long seconds, he shuts the book, sighing. ]
I swear it was almost gone... Why does it feel warmer than before?
[ he crawls out of bed, and walks towards the desk with faltering steps. Conan only makes a few though before he stops and doubles over, clutching his chest ]
Ugh! Ah......!
[ He seems to be in extreme pain, with sweat rolling down his face and his breath extremely ragged. Conan seems to notice something as he looks up in surprised. ]
No way it can't be...
[ He starts walking over to the desk, to the glass bottle to be specific. ]
Aggh!
[ Instead, he stumbles towards the desk, hitting it and falling down to the floor. The objects on the desk, including the communicator, hits the floor, effectively ending the feed. People on the third floor close to room 221 may hear a scream shortly after. ]
(( ooc; Sooo. TO ANYONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW DETECTIVE CONAN. Conan is actually a 17 year old shrunk by a poison. He actually kinda looks like this. Anyway, the closet, instead of cold medicine, gave Conan a temporary antidote (which has happened before in canon sadly fft) making him turn back to his 17 year old form. This'll probably last to about a week and half. Before he turns back, sadly. Or to his relief. Who knows.
Anyhow! Replies will be by numberwithheld for icon purposes but it is the same Conan. ))
I swear it was almost gone... Why does it feel warmer than before?
[ he crawls out of bed, and walks towards the desk with faltering steps. Conan only makes a few though before he stops and doubles over, clutching his chest ]
Ugh! Ah......!
[ He seems to be in extreme pain, with sweat rolling down his face and his breath extremely ragged. Conan seems to notice something as he looks up in surprised. ]
No way it can't be...
[ He starts walking over to the desk, to the glass bottle to be specific. ]
Aggh!
[ Instead, he stumbles towards the desk, hitting it and falling down to the floor. The objects on the desk, including the communicator, hits the floor, effectively ending the feed. People on the third floor close to room 221 may hear a scream shortly after. ]
(( ooc; Sooo. TO ANYONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW DETECTIVE CONAN. Conan is actually a 17 year old shrunk by a poison. He actually kinda looks like this. Anyway, the closet, instead of cold medicine, gave Conan a temporary antidote (which has happened before in canon sadly fft) making him turn back to his 17 year old form. This'll probably last to about a week and half. Before he turns back, sadly. Or to his relief. Who knows.
Anyhow! Replies will be by numberwithheld for icon purposes but it is the same Conan. ))