003 ☆ Video
[A mess of wild, unkempt brown hair can be seen cascaded over a tanned, dirtied and bruised face. The direction of the feed is strange and awkwardly angled; the fragmented remains of green and white armor, and shredded black giving way to an equally bruised and burnt chest appear alarming. The barely distinguishable sand the body rests on and the grey and cloudy sky looming overhead seem like minor details.
The steady rhythm of breathing visible through the cracks suddenly hitches. The feed shakes, the Dreamberry propped up unsteadily by a hand attached to an outstretched arm.
The wounded man laughs, the sound low and breathless, but it escalates louder and louder until a small bout of coughs abruptly interrupts it.]
… Back from the depths of Hell, huh?
[Honey brown eyes open, and stare blankly at the sky. They then dart to the side, and after a moment of wide-eyed recognition (this thing sent a distress signal), the thin line of his lips curls ever so slightly into a smile.]
If anyone needs me, I’ll be on the swings.
[A flurry of movement and a wince later, the feed disconnects.]
The steady rhythm of breathing visible through the cracks suddenly hitches. The feed shakes, the Dreamberry propped up unsteadily by a hand attached to an outstretched arm.
The wounded man laughs, the sound low and breathless, but it escalates louder and louder until a small bout of coughs abruptly interrupts it.]
… Back from the depths of Hell, huh?
[Honey brown eyes open, and stare blankly at the sky. They then dart to the side, and after a moment of wide-eyed recognition (this thing sent a distress signal), the thin line of his lips curls ever so slightly into a smile.]
If anyone needs me, I’ll be on the swings.
[A flurry of movement and a wince later, the feed disconnects.]