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poly_chromatic2012-08-15 03:53 pm
misterblackbird) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-08-15 03:53 pm
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Entry 577; Day 1335
[Video Post]
[In a blink and a shudder, the image begins with a start, the Network device held at something like arm's length or shoulder height, or maybe it's being held out of someone else's reach. Either way, it's recording, well, an unexpected scene:
Namely, it would be one of Lord Cain C. Hargreaves (almost certainly immediately recognizable to his acquaintances) in the rather distinctly passionate embrace of an unfamiliar but handsome and fair-haired young man. Not that Cain looks at all thrilled with the ordeal, given the expression on what can be seen of his face, and the way he seems to be trying to extricate himself from the embrace, and how he keeps trying to grab for his Network device (the one recording the whole scene, naturally). To be more specific, it appears the two are engaged in a very long kiss...
... ... ...
And it persists.
... ... ...
Look, now, really. This has gone on at least twice as long as it should have and shows few signs of stopping.
Cain is still fighting--perhaps for air now, it really must be said. And it is at this point, mercifully, that the other gentleman does release him (perhaps more slowly than would really be desirable, given the circumstances) and, with a less-embarrassed smile than one would hope, takes his leave and vanishes from the view of the Network device. And, in so departing thereby also leaving Cain with the Network device still suspended in his hand and looking more than a little disheveled and put-out (his tie and collar are both a bit undone, to say nothing of his hair).
With the device still fixed on him, he stands there in the street for a moment to collect himself, as pedestrians pass him by and a few similar scenes go on in the distance with different couples and different victories.]
And here I had thought my good fortune might continue a day or two more...
Hasn't this all happened once or twice before...?
[There's little more that he can do at this point, really, besides give an exasperated sigh and turn back to the Network device (still recording) in his hand. He turns away again as he turns it off, driving the image back into the dark with a flicker and a blink and--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: An NPC with a crush on Cain using the curse to his advantage? Well, stranger things have happened ;3c What you didn't see: Cain came out of the Turnabout Cafe looking for this particular fellow after this particular fellow walked out without his order (charmingly boxed and tied up with string, I can assure you). Cain stepped out to try and call to him about it and this stranger (now half a block away) then turned back and ran the sidewalk obstacle course of people, baby carriages, dogs on leashes, and miscellaneous creatures and road furniture in nothing short of magnificent style and record time and thereby claimed his...prize for it? As part of the game (to record it for posterity or for himself, naturally), our other gentleman here managed to nab Cain's Network device and get to postin'! Well, it's a curse, which explains the kiss...but not the rest of it... For the record, Cain is still in the cafe and is still very much kissable.]
[In a blink and a shudder, the image begins with a start, the Network device held at something like arm's length or shoulder height, or maybe it's being held out of someone else's reach. Either way, it's recording, well, an unexpected scene:
Namely, it would be one of Lord Cain C. Hargreaves (almost certainly immediately recognizable to his acquaintances) in the rather distinctly passionate embrace of an unfamiliar but handsome and fair-haired young man. Not that Cain looks at all thrilled with the ordeal, given the expression on what can be seen of his face, and the way he seems to be trying to extricate himself from the embrace, and how he keeps trying to grab for his Network device (the one recording the whole scene, naturally). To be more specific, it appears the two are engaged in a very long kiss...
... ... ...
And it persists.
... ... ...
Look, now, really. This has gone on at least twice as long as it should have and shows few signs of stopping.
Cain is still fighting--perhaps for air now, it really must be said. And it is at this point, mercifully, that the other gentleman does release him (perhaps more slowly than would really be desirable, given the circumstances) and, with a less-embarrassed smile than one would hope, takes his leave and vanishes from the view of the Network device. And, in so departing thereby also leaving Cain with the Network device still suspended in his hand and looking more than a little disheveled and put-out (his tie and collar are both a bit undone, to say nothing of his hair).
With the device still fixed on him, he stands there in the street for a moment to collect himself, as pedestrians pass him by and a few similar scenes go on in the distance with different couples and different victories.]
And here I had thought my good fortune might continue a day or two more...
Hasn't this all happened once or twice before...?
[There's little more that he can do at this point, really, besides give an exasperated sigh and turn back to the Network device (still recording) in his hand. He turns away again as he turns it off, driving the image back into the dark with a flicker and a blink and--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: An NPC with a crush on Cain using the curse to his advantage? Well, stranger things have happened ;3c What you didn't see: Cain came out of the Turnabout Cafe looking for this particular fellow after this particular fellow walked out without his order (charmingly boxed and tied up with string, I can assure you). Cain stepped out to try and call to him about it and this stranger (now half a block away) then turned back and ran the sidewalk obstacle course of people, baby carriages, dogs on leashes, and miscellaneous creatures and road furniture in nothing short of magnificent style and record time and thereby claimed his...prize for it? As part of the game (to record it for posterity or for himself, naturally), our other gentleman here managed to nab Cain's Network device and get to postin'! Well, it's a curse, which explains the kiss...but not the rest of it... For the record, Cain is still in the cafe and is still very much kissable.]
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He catches a scent that sends his mind reeling. Panic and fear find their way into his gut before the reasons for them ever form in his mind.
He knows that face, that hand, that scent.
And no sooner does he recognize them but he is struggling to free himself, terrified and also ashamed.]
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Good day to you, Cain. What a pleasant surprise to run into you. Perhaps I could ask if anything special is being served today?
[That smile turns into a smirk.]
Unless you are following the path of your father and offering yourself as part of the menu.
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He stands here, staring up at his father, the man he has sworn to kill a hundred times over, and he can't move. He can only gape and stare and cower and gasp. He is, for no small amount of time, rendered powerless.
It takes what strength he has to gather his courage and, finally, to speak:]
You're not welcome here.
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[Removing his hat, he takes a bow as if he's introducing himself for the first time here. After all, he doubts his son actually realizes this next bit of information that he wishes to share with him. That alone delights him but there's no need to count that as a victory as well.]
I am one of your best customers. I come to this cafe often.
[And he's organized his schedule to such perfection that, except for this rare instance, he's always been here when his son hasn't been.]
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Then never come here again.
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[That's right, Cain. People talk and he takes advantage of that fact. So far he really has no reason not to come here anymore. It's a great place for information, he can torture his son, and he can enjoy a good cup of tea.]
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[...at least the tea is good...]
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[Hat back on his head, he moves forward to head inside. After all, there's no reason for him not to. It's not like he's done anything but be a loyal patron.
So far.]
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