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rules_the_north) wrote2011-01-18 04:34 pm
rules_the_north) wrote2011-01-18 04:34 pm
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*44; video/action
[There is a little kid on a box. That is placed on another box. That is placed on a chair.
It doesn't really look terribly safe. Anyway, he's on top of that pile and tries to reach up as high as he can, obviously trying to get to a cookie package that is placed on a shelf that is just way too high up for him.
it might be there for a reason. Or not. Anyway, as the feed continues, the pile starts to move and sway dangerously as the child on top of it continues his efforts, and finally crumbles. And down goes little Sve, crashing hard into the floor, together with the boxes and half of everything that was on the shelves in front of him.]
Whahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
[When the cluttering and crashing is over, one can hear stiffled sobbing a bit off screen - he's not crying, totally not, he just hit his nose! - and then a tiny hand reaches for the device and a little kid with already forming bruises and some minor cuts comes on.
Unaware that the thing has been recording all the time - never switching it off does that to you - he prods the screen, wondering how to make it show something.
While he's concentrating on it, the chair, the only thing still standing around him, finally decides to follow everything else and, comically slow, tips over to come down on the little nation.]
[[ooc: Since I have no clue where Svear is staying right now and he has at least been to the Western-Nordic-or-whatever household for sure, I'll say this happens in the kitchen of Marshall 301/302. ]]
It doesn't really look terribly safe. Anyway, he's on top of that pile and tries to reach up as high as he can, obviously trying to get to a cookie package that is placed on a shelf that is just way too high up for him.
it might be there for a reason. Or not. Anyway, as the feed continues, the pile starts to move and sway dangerously as the child on top of it continues his efforts, and finally crumbles. And down goes little Sve, crashing hard into the floor, together with the boxes and half of everything that was on the shelves in front of him.]
Whahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
[When the cluttering and crashing is over, one can hear stiffled sobbing a bit off screen - he's not crying, totally not, he just hit his nose! - and then a tiny hand reaches for the device and a little kid with already forming bruises and some minor cuts comes on.
Unaware that the thing has been recording all the time - never switching it off does that to you - he prods the screen, wondering how to make it show something.
While he's concentrating on it, the chair, the only thing still standing around him, finally decides to follow everything else and, comically slow, tips over to come down on the little nation.]
[[ooc: Since I have no clue where Svear is staying right now and he has at least been to the Western-Nordic-or-whatever household for sure, I'll say this happens in the kitchen of Marshall 301/302. ]]
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And he really isn't crying. There's just dust in his eyes, from when everything fell down. Dust. So maybe his eyes are a bit watery.]
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[No, really. She does!
That's a response that's full of faithful conviction.]
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Where 're y'?
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Me? I'm in my home.
Is there something that you need?
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[He guesses that not being here when someone finds this mess is probably the best option.]
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[...] Excuse me, but... you're not thinking about coming here all alone, are you?
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[the sound of shuffling around.
And the answer is yes.]
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Maybe I should try and meet up with you somewhere along the way.
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[The flat's door. Really, he would appreciate that.]
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