[video] Suicide attempt number one
[Naturally, Grell looks horribly uncomfortable as the video starts. The flowers are gone - they're actually sitting on the table near his bed, because he loves them so dearly but needs it to look like he's sickened by the sight of them - and in their place is a tiny bonsai tree with matching tiny shears. He props up the comm beside the tree, picks up the shears and begins snipping carefully.]
I'm, ah...please, accept my apologies for my earlier message here. I had...no idea. What the paint was, I mean. It isn't as if I'd tasted...that on a regular basis, after all.
[The snipping grows a bit quicker, and though he's looking at the tree, he isn't paying much attention to it. He's more or less staring through it with a shamed, concerned expression.]
So, I, ah...to be honest, I am not expecting many people will wish to humor me, but...is anyone here in need of a butler? I-if not a butler, then someone with similar skills? I am looking for work at the moment, but I would feel more comfortable asking here. People that have seen my earlier messages are aware beforehand of my pathetic nature.
[He snips and snips and snips, and his mind is obviously not on what he's doing to the plant. Instead, he looks at the comm - but continues cutting, apparently not aware of it.]
I know it's a foolish thing to ask, and I am not even aware of my powers, if I even have any, but it...can't hurt to ask, can it? I am able to clean, to cook, take messages, personal service - to put it simply, I am a servant. You may say I can even-
[He stops, looks at his bonsai tree (which was originally an odd round bush-like plant) and drops his shears, blanching, jumping to his feet and knocking the comm over in the process. The comm catches sight of the tree - Grell has trimmed the plant into a skull.
Accidentally.
He yelps in shock, and then drops his head miserably.]
I've...I've failed again. Useless...I'll never find a profession here. I'll die. I'll be murdered for my incompetence - I'll anger the wrong person, I'll be drowned like a rat or sold overseas into slavery. Any attempt I make at anything worthwhile will be met with crushing failure.
[BRB PULLING A KNIFE OUT OF THE KITCHEN DRAWER AND AIMING IT AT HIS THROAT.]
The only penance is death! I'll die, die and repent for my failures!
I'm, ah...please, accept my apologies for my earlier message here. I had...no idea. What the paint was, I mean. It isn't as if I'd tasted...that on a regular basis, after all.
[The snipping grows a bit quicker, and though he's looking at the tree, he isn't paying much attention to it. He's more or less staring through it with a shamed, concerned expression.]
So, I, ah...to be honest, I am not expecting many people will wish to humor me, but...is anyone here in need of a butler? I-if not a butler, then someone with similar skills? I am looking for work at the moment, but I would feel more comfortable asking here. People that have seen my earlier messages are aware beforehand of my pathetic nature.
[He snips and snips and snips, and his mind is obviously not on what he's doing to the plant. Instead, he looks at the comm - but continues cutting, apparently not aware of it.]
I know it's a foolish thing to ask, and I am not even aware of my powers, if I even have any, but it...can't hurt to ask, can it? I am able to clean, to cook, take messages, personal service - to put it simply, I am a servant. You may say I can even-
[He stops, looks at his bonsai tree (which was originally an odd round bush-like plant) and drops his shears, blanching, jumping to his feet and knocking the comm over in the process. The comm catches sight of the tree - Grell has trimmed the plant into a skull.
Accidentally.
He yelps in shock, and then drops his head miserably.]
I've...I've failed again. Useless...I'll never find a profession here. I'll die. I'll be murdered for my incompetence - I'll anger the wrong person, I'll be drowned like a rat or sold overseas into slavery. Any attempt I make at anything worthwhile will be met with crushing failure.
[BRB PULLING A KNIFE OUT OF THE KITCHEN DRAWER AND AIMING IT AT HIS THROAT.]
The only penance is death! I'll die, die and repent for my failures!