☢ 1st Smoke [Video]
[Setting his camera down and fiddling with the lens, coming in and out of focus until it was just right. Apparently the tool of his trade was now his NV too? Heh, interesting. The man was hunched over with a cigarette hanging from his lips, smoking away past his face, apricot hair almost covering an eye patch over his right eye, the left was squinted due to the smoke passing his face.]
So.. Canada huh, what's that about?
[Sniffing, pulling back and patting his pockets looking for something. It seemed as though he was in some kind of booth with glass windows. Yes, he was holding up in a phone booth just on the outskirts of the baseball diamond, somewhere along the road towards the tower apartments. It wasn't quite dark, but granted in a few hours it would be. Pulling a coin from his pocket and fiddling with the pay phone. Of course, he didn't have the right currency to use for making a call and it was highly likely that the booth wouldn't work in the first place, but still! The chain smoker was hopeful as he slotted it in, tapping on the receiver, trying to get anything other than the dial tone.]
Che, this thing make collect calls, long distance? ...
[Talking to himself as he looked up at the sky. He was a little disheartened by the information he'd been given when he arrived, not to mention his stress levels were peeking dangerously high, and this was with a cigarette in his mouth.]
So.. Canada huh, what's that about?
[Sniffing, pulling back and patting his pockets looking for something. It seemed as though he was in some kind of booth with glass windows. Yes, he was holding up in a phone booth just on the outskirts of the baseball diamond, somewhere along the road towards the tower apartments. It wasn't quite dark, but granted in a few hours it would be. Pulling a coin from his pocket and fiddling with the pay phone. Of course, he didn't have the right currency to use for making a call and it was highly likely that the booth wouldn't work in the first place, but still! The chain smoker was hopeful as he slotted it in, tapping on the receiver, trying to get anything other than the dial tone.]
Che, this thing make collect calls, long distance? ...
[Talking to himself as he looked up at the sky. He was a little disheartened by the information he'd been given when he arrived, not to mention his stress levels were peeking dangerously high, and this was with a cigarette in his mouth.]