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poly_chromatic2013-01-30 07:52 am
unwheeled) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-30 07:52 am
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➻ two | seminar on various types of distress and their effects on the gifted mind
[Oh look, another video. Only this seems to be possibly accidental or at the very least not very well managed - the device appears to have fallen from somewhere onto a carpet and there's not much to be seen save some table legs, a few empty but clean bookshelves, and a pair of socked feet.
That appear to have, somehow, a part of the metal chair legs wrapped around them.
The chair jumps, slightly, and the device jumps with it - now we can see Charles! He...doesn't look happy. In fact, he looks rather like the chair decided to hug him. Very tightly.]
Erik. Lehnsherr!
[Charles grunts with the effort of apparently trying to free himself from this chair. How does a chair manage to do that anyway?]
You cannot simply haul people from public [thump] establishments [thump] and then TIE THEM TO CHAIRS [thump] without their consent and say it's for their own sodding good [thump] and LEAVE THEM THERE!
[Charles is clearly attempting to tip the chair or knock it into something and having a bit of difficulty with this. Maybe because he's so busy being incensed.]
What are you going to do, anyway? [thump] Yank all the fillings out of everyone's teeth [thump] in the grocery until they tell you what you want to know? [thump] Since when do you care about strangers [thump] to begin --
[The back legs of the chair don't land at quite the same time and suddenly the chair tumbles to the right. That sound? Isn't pleasant. Though he doesn't seem to have broken anything.]
Bloody fucking hell.
Erik! Get back here and let me free of this damned chair or so help me I will never speak to you - [With a grunt of effort Charles manages to get the chair onto it's back and off of his arm, but this also knocks the feed out.
All replies will be voice!
ooc; AND BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT and forgot to mention, Charles is clearly affected by negative-tea! Feel free to have had your character notice the grocery store full of people bickering at each other and then Erik dragging Charles out of there by the coat.]
That appear to have, somehow, a part of the metal chair legs wrapped around them.
The chair jumps, slightly, and the device jumps with it - now we can see Charles! He...doesn't look happy. In fact, he looks rather like the chair decided to hug him. Very tightly.]
Erik. Lehnsherr!
[Charles grunts with the effort of apparently trying to free himself from this chair. How does a chair manage to do that anyway?]
You cannot simply haul people from public [thump] establishments [thump] and then TIE THEM TO CHAIRS [thump] without their consent and say it's for their own sodding good [thump] and LEAVE THEM THERE!
[Charles is clearly attempting to tip the chair or knock it into something and having a bit of difficulty with this. Maybe because he's so busy being incensed.]
What are you going to do, anyway? [thump] Yank all the fillings out of everyone's teeth [thump] in the grocery until they tell you what you want to know? [thump] Since when do you care about strangers [thump] to begin --
[The back legs of the chair don't land at quite the same time and suddenly the chair tumbles to the right. That sound? Isn't pleasant. Though he doesn't seem to have broken anything.]
Bloody fucking hell.
Erik! Get back here and let me free of this damned chair or so help me I will never speak to you - [With a grunt of effort Charles manages to get the chair onto it's back and off of his arm, but this also knocks the feed out.
All replies will be voice!
ooc; AND BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT and forgot to mention, Charles is clearly affected by negative-tea! Feel free to have had your character notice the grocery store full of people bickering at each other and then Erik dragging Charles out of there by the coat.]
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