Jan 22, 2011 21:39
[The feed is not of a person, but the dark smudge of a thumb and the hazy sky above. The waves lap against the shore in the background. Every now and then large flakes of snow drift past on the wind.]
-o much driftwood.
[While musing, her tone is bitter. A long lock of blond hair flutters past the screen.]
But the weather is fitting.
!: galatea,
!: ichigo kurosaki,
!: grimmjow jaegerjaquez,
tia harribel
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[The picture shifts, and the edge of her face comes awkwardly into view. She's look down at the thing, and the angle's crooked. Unaccustomed.]
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[He shrugs, looking bored and careless.]
Place's fucked up. Steals your power.
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[This isn't the voice of surprise. This is the voice of deadpan confirmation. Tia tips her chin up.]
I felt as much. His as well?
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[Assuming you're near the beach for whatever reason.]
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Aren't you cold?
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Are you new here?
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[And she'll tilt the screen, green eyes finally flicking down to look at the picture, which of course brings her face -- or part of it -- into view.]
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