May 19, 2011 22:21
[A young man, probably around eighteen or so, seems to be reading the screen of his device, a somewhat contemplative, sullen look on his face. Looking newly sopped to the bone, his clothes wet, and a bedraggled bouquet of flowers in his hand, he's got his chin propped on one hand, gaze darting up and down as if reading something that he's scrolling through: the network.
This continues on for a good... well. Four minutes and fifty seconds.
Before the boy suddenly sits straight up at the sound of a small beep that happens to be a "posting!" notification from his device.]
Urk- No, no, no-
[He leans forward and starts pushing buttons frantically but the post goes ahead, the last image on the feed being a boy's face, eyes wide, and quite, quite confused.]