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poly_chromatic2012-02-23 05:54 pm
misterblackbird) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-02-23 05:54 pm
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Entry 553; Day 1161
[Video Post || Filtered from Known DELILAH Members || Unhackable]
[Blink--! And, of course, it's difficult to see anything at first. But one wonders if there's anything to be seen: some concrete walls, dust and dirt, loosely hanging wires and pipes overhead, and the dull clamor of voices at some remove. Nothing much to see, not in such a general sweep. And the focus disappears... But it returns again after a moment... And, viewed from across the top of a suitcase (or perhaps a small trunk?) here sits Cain: hatless, coatless, tie-loosened, sleeves-rolled-up, dusty, mud-spattered, sunburned, disheveled, possibly a little bruised, exhausted, and frustrated. He's even evidently sitting on the floor at the moment, for lack of anywhere else to sit. A glimpse of desert sky can be seen from the small window in the concrete wall behind him. The sun is shining into this tiny room--which he has, perhaps, claimed as his own--and he is keeping to the shadows. He will keep to terseness and gravity for the time being. And he speaks directly to the camera.]
Riff, I have yet to see you since this ordeal began. You said you'd find me. I'm in the shelter the 'deities' provided--what little shelter it is. It's still hot during the day, cold at night, and full of leaks when it rains. It would be like them to make it rain in a desert, if only to torment us with the rain itself and all the creatures that new water revives. I suppose the only better thing about it is that there's water enough for us and a means to get out of this desert that does seem to work if one can bear the waiting.
I'll be here until my wait is over. I can bear it. You'll be able to find me, Riff. I would like it if you would.
[A pause, and some due consideration in this regard. His eyes narrow ever so slightly.]
You had better find me before my number comes up.
[He sets his jaw. There is nothing more to say. He looks vaguely aside as though he hears someone or as though, perhaps, someone is passing by or coming into the same room. In this near-distracted state, he reaches over to his device again where it sits on his luggage (locked, of course, given its contents), and he turns it off again, ending the connection in a--
--blink.]
[//video post ends]
[//end filter]
[ooc: As before, this filter does not work on the Glass City side of things. Also, I'm counting the days based on the IRL calendar, not the tweaked out Desert City calendar. It'll make my life easier later on. So disregard that, generally. And, finally, unhappy Cain is unhappy. QED.]
[Blink--! And, of course, it's difficult to see anything at first. But one wonders if there's anything to be seen: some concrete walls, dust and dirt, loosely hanging wires and pipes overhead, and the dull clamor of voices at some remove. Nothing much to see, not in such a general sweep. And the focus disappears... But it returns again after a moment... And, viewed from across the top of a suitcase (or perhaps a small trunk?) here sits Cain: hatless, coatless, tie-loosened, sleeves-rolled-up, dusty, mud-spattered, sunburned, disheveled, possibly a little bruised, exhausted, and frustrated. He's even evidently sitting on the floor at the moment, for lack of anywhere else to sit. A glimpse of desert sky can be seen from the small window in the concrete wall behind him. The sun is shining into this tiny room--which he has, perhaps, claimed as his own--and he is keeping to the shadows. He will keep to terseness and gravity for the time being. And he speaks directly to the camera.]
Riff, I have yet to see you since this ordeal began. You said you'd find me. I'm in the shelter the 'deities' provided--what little shelter it is. It's still hot during the day, cold at night, and full of leaks when it rains. It would be like them to make it rain in a desert, if only to torment us with the rain itself and all the creatures that new water revives. I suppose the only better thing about it is that there's water enough for us and a means to get out of this desert that does seem to work if one can bear the waiting.
I'll be here until my wait is over. I can bear it. You'll be able to find me, Riff. I would like it if you would.
[A pause, and some due consideration in this regard. His eyes narrow ever so slightly.]
You had better find me before my number comes up.
[He sets his jaw. There is nothing more to say. He looks vaguely aside as though he hears someone or as though, perhaps, someone is passing by or coming into the same room. In this near-distracted state, he reaches over to his device again where it sits on his luggage (locked, of course, given its contents), and he turns it off again, ending the connection in a--
--blink.]
[//video post ends]
[//end filter]
[ooc: As before, this filter does not work on the Glass City side of things. Also, I'm counting the days based on the IRL calendar, not the tweaked out Desert City calendar. It'll make my life easier later on. So disregard that, generally. And, finally, unhappy Cain is unhappy. QED.]
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Last night sometime, of course. Why do you ask? I'd be glad to see you, regardless, but I'm not quite sure why you're asking such a thing.
[Cain uses Polite Lying!]
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[Says the girl who stays up for thirty-six hours straight like it's nobody's business.]
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[It's okay, Cain, she understands that you are just irritable and cranky in general because of your circumstances.]
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[Good. Because...that is pretty much exactly what's going on right now :c]
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I'll see if I can't track you down, then, and bring you a candle while I'm at it.
[And some water, and a snack, and sit there awhile while he takes a nap...]
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I won't move, then. And I wouldn't especially mind a candle, really.
Thank you, Rosella.
[Can he sleep with his head on her knees? ...maybe that's too far, even given the circumstances...]
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Hold tight, Cain. I'll see you in a little while.