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*26; unintentional video; English
Jun. 4th, 2010 10:50 pm[A while after the end of this thread, Sweden is still sitting on the stairs of the Marshal building, his head resting against the cool wall, eyes closed, glasses nowhere to be seen. A sword is lying next to him so he can sit more comfortable, his hands are resting in his lap. His side and the ground beneath it are dark red from dried blood, but there are still some spots of fresh red soaking through the fabric. The wound is worse than he thought originally, and he lacks the motivation to get up.
Not that he could if he would; his glasses are broken enough to give him a horrible headache when he puts them on, and without, he sees close to nothing.
The video was not intended, he aimed for voice, but it was pure luck that he found the device at all.]
'f someone meets C'nute, tell h'm I'll b' late.
Not that he could if he would; his glasses are broken enough to give him a horrible headache when he puts them on, and without, he sees close to nothing.
The video was not intended, he aimed for voice, but it was pure luck that he found the device at all.]
'f someone meets C'nute, tell h'm I'll b' late.
