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Aug. 18th, 2011
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deeplymeaningless[The lens is very wet and therefore the view is blurry, but that doesn't matter as it's showing nothing but the rainy forest. Maybe the Author thought that people would stay inside when it's raining, but Ryuutaro wasn't staying in his room. Not when he was feeling as miserable as he did. The boy had grabbed his reed hat to keep the water from ruining his make-up and headed into the forest without a specific place he wanted to end up at.]
Naturally she won't even let me be out here in peace. It just had to rain... I slightly start to wonder if fate isn't as--
[He violently cuts himself off, even though he has no idea the video is even running. There are just things he doesn't want to say, even if it's only him who can hear it. Suddenly the boy stands up and walks into view. In his hand is his launcher with his beyblade Thermal Pisces]
3...2...1... GO SHOOT!
[There's no opponent, but Ryuutaro doesn't care. He needs to relieve his tension somehow, training seems like a very good idea. Sadly he cannot use his fan as it would get wet, so he doesn't do any movements as he goes on]
Special Move! Distortion Drive!
[For those watching the video feed there's nothing happening, but should anybody come close to Ryuutaro they will find the entire environment except for Ryuutaro and Pisces disappearing. Around them it would just look like a wavery purple dimension.
The boy let out a little sigh. This was his world, he felt a bit safer here. Before the feed ends his face shortly comes into clear view, revealing the bad mood he was in to the public.]
Naturally she won't even let me be out here in peace. It just had to rain... I slightly start to wonder if fate isn't as--
[He violently cuts himself off, even though he has no idea the video is even running. There are just things he doesn't want to say, even if it's only him who can hear it. Suddenly the boy stands up and walks into view. In his hand is his launcher with his beyblade Thermal Pisces]
3...2...1... GO SHOOT!
[There's no opponent, but Ryuutaro doesn't care. He needs to relieve his tension somehow, training seems like a very good idea. Sadly he cannot use his fan as it would get wet, so he doesn't do any movements as he goes on]
Special Move! Distortion Drive!
[For those watching the video feed there's nothing happening, but should anybody come close to Ryuutaro they will find the entire environment except for Ryuutaro and Pisces disappearing. Around them it would just look like a wavery purple dimension.
The boy let out a little sigh. This was his world, he felt a bit safer here. Before the feed ends his face shortly comes into clear view, revealing the bad mood he was in to the public.]
[Accidental Video]
Aug. 18th, 2011 09:31 pmstalking_horse[He'd been doing SO GOOD at avoiding things this week - honestly he'd been perfectly happy hiding out in the library, and having some peace and quiet after the prison.]
[He'd been at his occasional routine of patrolling the hallways, keeping track of nameplates, keeping photos for "notes" on his Blackberry, when he stops at one, now-empty door - what had been Shiki's room.]
[That's about where the Blackberry, thanks to his avoiding this week, turns on without him knowing it; chalk it up to a reason for him to murder the Author and the consequences of staying out of the way of people so much.]
[From the angle it's pretty obvious he doesn't know it's recording, and his expression's flat - less poker face, more mute and slightly in shock; it's something he should've known was likely, the way the Author juggles things around here, but he still has few close friends as it is, and is, well ... a teenage boy who's used to friends being a recent development that's in short supply, much less "potential relationship".]
[After a minute of blinking at the door as if half waiting for something to be there when there isn't, his expression does crack more visibly upset - and then the "video" part gets to be a moot point, as he stuffs the Blackberry in his pocket.]
Damnit damnit damnitDAMNIT. [And the audible thunk as he's half-slumped and hit his head on the door.] Of course you'd disappear now...
[The feed cuts off a minute later, its damage done - replies can be video, or poking him in the hallway before he manages to get back to his room to hide out for a bit.]
[He'd been at his occasional routine of patrolling the hallways, keeping track of nameplates, keeping photos for "notes" on his Blackberry, when he stops at one, now-empty door - what had been Shiki's room.]
[That's about where the Blackberry, thanks to his avoiding this week, turns on without him knowing it; chalk it up to a reason for him to murder the Author and the consequences of staying out of the way of people so much.]
[From the angle it's pretty obvious he doesn't know it's recording, and his expression's flat - less poker face, more mute and slightly in shock; it's something he should've known was likely, the way the Author juggles things around here, but he still has few close friends as it is, and is, well ... a teenage boy who's used to friends being a recent development that's in short supply, much less "potential relationship".]
[After a minute of blinking at the door as if half waiting for something to be there when there isn't, his expression does crack more visibly upset - and then the "video" part gets to be a moot point, as he stuffs the Blackberry in his pocket.]
Damnit damnit damnitDAMNIT. [And the audible thunk as he's half-slumped and hit his head on the door.] Of course you'd disappear now...
[The feed cuts off a minute later, its damage done - replies can be video, or poking him in the hallway before he manages to get back to his room to hide out for a bit.]