[ When the video flips on, all that can be seen for a moment is an arm--a moving arm. Then, as if the device has been hit aside by accident, more comes into view--namely, a dark-haired young man with bloodshot eyes who appears to be pouring furiously over writing on a piece of paper with a quill. ]

Damn this.... damn this...! I can't...

[ His words ( Read more... )

[ After the audio static clears, an irritated, heavy sigh filters through - and the voice that follows is perhaps familiar to some, but a little different than usual. ]

...Really. This must be the fifth or sixth time for this nonsense.

[ The rather higher-pitched voice continues, clearly unamused. ]

You lose your surprise factor after awhile, City. ( Read more... )

W-What a goddamn RIDICULOUS CURSE!

God, if Rue found that many, just HOW many of these damn pictures are there!?

If you--If anyone finds any of mine, just keep your damn hands OFF of them! Or I swear you'll bloody regret it!

[ ooc: Let's just say Fakir is incredibly cursed and is learning his lesson about posting incriminating pictures on the network ( Read more... )