C2: Deidara [Accidental Video]
[The audio feed comes on first, picking up the sounds of fast, heavy breathing. The speed increases slowly, pitch rising into what sounds like outright wheezing. Listeners with a medical background may recognize hyperventilation. After a few moments, low words begin to mingle with the sound.]
Why... why why why me... Dammit, un, I did what Leader wanted...
[The video fades in, showing a low angle view up towards Deidara's face. The Faciliberry is obviously jammed at an angle into one of the pockets of the man's clay bags. The expression the blonde is wearing could almost be described as anger, if the tight pinch of his brows didn't show just a little too much upward angling. His teeth are gritted, and his chest is heaving with fast, shallow breaths.]
Hate it hate it I hate this, un, I want to go home, nothing here makes any sense why doesn't this fucking make any sense--!
[A hand moves into the screen's view around the level of Deidara's chest, clasping itself shut, clenching and unclenching slightly. When it opens, it contains a handful of clay pellets with tiny wings and ghostlike faces. He tosses them in a wide arc, jostling the clay bag and the Faciliberry's view; it zooms out slightly on its own, bringing his face back into view and showing a space about ten feet in front of him. This space is now filled with a flock of clay birds, all about the length of a forearm and wearing the gaunt eyes and faces of vultures. His own eyes are widening slightly, his breath becoming more ragged.]
I'll make it make sense, un. I'll make it make sense.
[His fist clenches again, working up more clay. One by one, the birds flocking around him begin shoot off in darts of speed, and the sounds of heavy rumbles shake in the distance. The feed cuts.]
(OOC note: Pillars of smoke and low rumbles like thunder can be seen and heard coming from the center of St. James Park. Deidara is making no discrimination between bombing landscape and bombing people. Feel free to intervene, or to be in the area as bombs start to drop!)
(Note that tag-backs may take a bit as I'm doing some cleanup and other errands today, but I will do my best to be expedient. ♥)
Why... why why why me... Dammit, un, I did what Leader wanted...
[The video fades in, showing a low angle view up towards Deidara's face. The Faciliberry is obviously jammed at an angle into one of the pockets of the man's clay bags. The expression the blonde is wearing could almost be described as anger, if the tight pinch of his brows didn't show just a little too much upward angling. His teeth are gritted, and his chest is heaving with fast, shallow breaths.]
Hate it hate it I hate this, un, I want to go home, nothing here makes any sense why doesn't this fucking make any sense--!
[A hand moves into the screen's view around the level of Deidara's chest, clasping itself shut, clenching and unclenching slightly. When it opens, it contains a handful of clay pellets with tiny wings and ghostlike faces. He tosses them in a wide arc, jostling the clay bag and the Faciliberry's view; it zooms out slightly on its own, bringing his face back into view and showing a space about ten feet in front of him. This space is now filled with a flock of clay birds, all about the length of a forearm and wearing the gaunt eyes and faces of vultures. His own eyes are widening slightly, his breath becoming more ragged.]
I'll make it make sense, un. I'll make it make sense.
[His fist clenches again, working up more clay. One by one, the birds flocking around him begin shoot off in darts of speed, and the sounds of heavy rumbles shake in the distance. The feed cuts.]
(OOC note: Pillars of smoke and low rumbles like thunder can be seen and heard coming from the center of St. James Park. Deidara is making no discrimination between bombing landscape and bombing people. Feel free to intervene, or to be in the area as bombs start to drop!)
(Note that tag-backs may take a bit as I'm doing some cleanup and other errands today, but I will do my best to be expedient. ♥)