Week 2, Day 1 [Video 01]
[There's a strange crackling noise on the Hitomi and then -
light, and a shape, a shape of a human head unfocused and moving, making the video dizzying. There's noises of stomping, of somebody in being in a bad temper. A sudden stop, and suddenly there's a clear focus on a new face. Or rather, his jawline - he is busy looking up at the sky, his teeth bared in barely contained fury. He's not aware that the Hitomi's broadcasting, and in video to boot.]
Ellimist.
[His voice is flat, dark, murderous.]
We've been okay with you, alright? We let you play your little interstellar games with us, take us to Legoland with the annoying salesmen and went back in time and shit and everything else but really.
That's it.
I don't know what kind of games you are playing this time, but I am not playing them. Not anymore.
Go to the nearest multi-dimensional bridge you can find and jump, you asshole.
[Marco's hand tightens over the Hitomi, and he looks down. His face is slightly tan, and looks at least partly Hispanic. Young, around his middle to late teens. Some might call him cute and that would inflate his ego somewhat and please him.
He looks far from pleased this time, however. In fact, he looks confused at the Hitomi.
And then he realizes.]
Shit!
[Fingers cover the Hitomi, frantically, as the audio covers Marco's frantic and aggravated cursing until he just simply throw it into a nearby stream nearby that giant tree that could rival the titanic trees in the Hork-Bajir homeworld.
The feed ends with a splash.]
light, and a shape, a shape of a human head unfocused and moving, making the video dizzying. There's noises of stomping, of somebody in being in a bad temper. A sudden stop, and suddenly there's a clear focus on a new face. Or rather, his jawline - he is busy looking up at the sky, his teeth bared in barely contained fury. He's not aware that the Hitomi's broadcasting, and in video to boot.]
Ellimist.
[His voice is flat, dark, murderous.]
We've been okay with you, alright? We let you play your little interstellar games with us, take us to Legoland with the annoying salesmen and went back in time and shit and everything else but really.
That's it.
I don't know what kind of games you are playing this time, but I am not playing them. Not anymore.
Go to the nearest multi-dimensional bridge you can find and jump, you asshole.
[Marco's hand tightens over the Hitomi, and he looks down. His face is slightly tan, and looks at least partly Hispanic. Young, around his middle to late teens. Some might call him cute and that would inflate his ego somewhat and please him.
He looks far from pleased this time, however. In fact, he looks confused at the Hitomi.
And then he realizes.]
Shit!
[Fingers cover the Hitomi, frantically, as the audio covers Marco's frantic and aggravated cursing until he just simply throw it into a nearby stream nearby that giant tree that could rival the titanic trees in the Hork-Bajir homeworld.
The feed ends with a splash.]