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poly_chromatic2013-02-13 08:27 am
itsjustafruit) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-02-13 08:27 am
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015 :: Video/Action
[Crowley has found himself a canal-side seat at a cafe and is watching the passers-by with no small interest. Just under him, a small flotilla of ducks has gathered, and occasionally he tosses one a bit of biscuit. Usually they don't even sink, he must be in a good mood.
As it turns out, his attention seems much more focused on the people who pass by and particularly those who navigate around a corner by his table. Why? Because for some reason that particular corner seems to be very slippery.
That's the fourth citizen to tumble into the canal this morning and he's recording it all for posterity: the initial slip, the flailing arms grasping for something to arrest the fall, the teetering right at the brink over the canal's murky water, and finally, the resoundingly satisfying splash followed by the sound of a single demon's sardonic applause.]
Well done, you.
[He adjusts his camera to provide a slow motion replay of the entire tumble before he sets it down to record the nextvictim poor soul.]
[ooc: come take a tumble or have lunch with Crowley or berate him for his schadenfreude and poor taste in pranks?]
As it turns out, his attention seems much more focused on the people who pass by and particularly those who navigate around a corner by his table. Why? Because for some reason that particular corner seems to be very slippery.
That's the fourth citizen to tumble into the canal this morning and he's recording it all for posterity: the initial slip, the flailing arms grasping for something to arrest the fall, the teetering right at the brink over the canal's murky water, and finally, the resoundingly satisfying splash followed by the sound of a single demon's sardonic applause.]
Well done, you.
[He adjusts his camera to provide a slow motion replay of the entire tumble before he sets it down to record the next
[ooc: come take a tumble or have lunch with Crowley or berate him for his schadenfreude and poor taste in pranks?]
[Action;]
7.5
I won't argue, it was pretty impressive, but I wish the dog hadn't gone in so willingly. Maybe if it weren't a retriever. Good splash, though. And nice shout.
[Action;]
[Oh, but this... Does Crowley spy the piece de resistance? Is that a preschool group on an outing. Little children holding onto a rope with handles with hovering handlers.]
[Action;]
Oh children. Oh. Children. Do be careful. Do, please, be careful...]
[Action;]
The children hop and skip and one occasionally lets go of the rope's handle before being ushered back into line by a chaperone.
At first it seems they might escape unscathed. Perhaps some miracle has dried up the slick spot at that corner. The lead chaperone makes it around the corner followed by her charges before a stir starts in the middle of the line. One child skids and flails with one hand, the other still desperately clutching the rope's handle.
With a child's unselfconsciousness, his, "whoa oh ohhhh" fills the air while the other kids squeal, their squeals turning to shrieks as he overbalances and tumbles into the canal, taking the children in front of and behind him along for a swim. The fall spreads out ahead and behind until there is an entire preschool in the canal, followed by the chaperones, one of whom goes in willingly for a rescue, while the other two slip and tumble.
The canal is now preschool soup.
Crowley raises his scorecard.]
10
[Action;]
And the maker of the sound immediately whips out a pen. And so:]
11
This one goes to eleven.
[Action;]
Sometimes you just have to make your own entertainment. A.J. Crowley, nice to meet you.
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[...what went wrong in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead?]
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[Well...]
And maybe embellish just a little. The scorecards were just the right touch. Well done.
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