Andrew Ryan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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poly_chromatic2013-01-02 08:15 pm
rianofski) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-02 08:15 pm
Entry tags:
Video / Action
[It's dark, and Andrew is walking, lost in thought, looking thoughtful, recording video although he uncharacteristically hasn't said anything to the camera yet. Though there have been whisperings of something strange and eerie happening in the City, his mind seems to be on something else. That is, until, he hears something behind him.]
Who's there?
[The irritation in his voice is obvious, until a woman steps out of the shadows, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly.]
What are you doing here?
[The woman approaches him, stepping into the light slightly, her clothes covered in blood, looking somewhere between confused and angry, and finally speaks.]
You... killed... me...
[Andrew is already backing up, reaching into his jacket for something, a weapon perhaps. The snarl on his face is one that most people in the City haven't been treated to, and he spits his words with no small amount of venom.]
Don't come any closer.
[The woman continues to approach, frightening smile on her face, still speaking, almost teasingly.]
Happy... birthday... Mr. Ryan...
[[OOC: Andrew is being attacked! Come help him fight off the ghouls, or help him run away, or... communicate with him via video and mock him or something.]]
Who's there?
[The irritation in his voice is obvious, until a woman steps out of the shadows, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly.]
What are you doing here?
[The woman approaches him, stepping into the light slightly, her clothes covered in blood, looking somewhere between confused and angry, and finally speaks.]
You... killed... me...
[Andrew is already backing up, reaching into his jacket for something, a weapon perhaps. The snarl on his face is one that most people in the City haven't been treated to, and he spits his words with no small amount of venom.]
Don't come any closer.
[The woman continues to approach, frightening smile on her face, still speaking, almost teasingly.]
Happy... birthday... Mr. Ryan...
[[OOC: Andrew is being attacked! Come help him fight off the ghouls, or help him run away, or... communicate with him via video and mock him or something.]]