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smashacademy2012-11-10 02:24 am
hellofriend) wrote in smashacademy2012-11-10 02:24 am
[ ;video ;action ]
[ When the video feed flickers to life, it's about what you'd expect. Some new person here at the academy is making it a point to stare into the depths of your soul before proper introductions are to be had. Because yes, staring. Yes, this is good. This is exactly what needed to be done.
You could opt to stare into an empty gaze and a simple smile, or perhaps just lean away from the screen once you notice the extra hole neatly hollowed out into her chest, a vertical array of stitches cutting right down the center of if from throat to breast. Embedded was what looked like a red orb of glass with a black knick at the center of it.
Now that a kind of figurative eye contact had been established, she parted her lips to speak.
Waaaait for it. They're opening. They're open. ... Okay, give her another second.
OKAY. She has this. ]
Hello, Academy.
I will guard your halls.
[ As if that wasn't odd enough, maybe the restrained giggle and rise of an automatic pistol into the camera's sights would do her justice. ]
;;
[ As for action, Vivian will be doing just as she said she would. She's roaming the halls of the main building, her pistol in hand and skipping around in a fluttering white dress, the top potion of it mostly bandages that could stand to cover more of her up. She looks rather content to be able to move around, though on occasion she will stop and just stare around a corner and down a hall.
Creepy. ]
You could opt to stare into an empty gaze and a simple smile, or perhaps just lean away from the screen once you notice the extra hole neatly hollowed out into her chest, a vertical array of stitches cutting right down the center of if from throat to breast. Embedded was what looked like a red orb of glass with a black knick at the center of it.
Now that a kind of figurative eye contact had been established, she parted her lips to speak.
Waaaait for it. They're opening. They're open. ... Okay, give her another second.
OKAY. She has this. ]
Hello, Academy.
I will guard your halls.
[ As if that wasn't odd enough, maybe the restrained giggle and rise of an automatic pistol into the camera's sights would do her justice. ]
;;
[ As for action, Vivian will be doing just as she said she would. She's roaming the halls of the main building, her pistol in hand and skipping around in a fluttering white dress, the top potion of it mostly bandages that could stand to cover more of her up. She looks rather content to be able to move around, though on occasion she will stop and just stare around a corner and down a hall.
Creepy. ]
[video]
[ Oh, okay! She can do this. ]
She calls me "Vivian".
Who are you?
[video]
It's nice to meet you, Vivian.
[CONVERSATIONALIST AWARD GOES TO...]
[video]
Vivian presses her fingertip to her cheek, considering that carefully. ]
Yes. It's nice to meet you, friend. [ That escalated quickly. ]
[video]
[Because she is obviously the expert at making them. And this was a very big challenge if so.]
[video]
... Dear god, I hope you have a hall pass the next time she sees you, Sophie. ]
Re: [video]
That's good. Do you like flowers?
[Ffffufufblbl...]
Re: [video]
Flowers?
[ She knew what they were, but... ]
I'm sorry. I don't know.
I've never seen one.
[ She thinks, anyway. ]