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feorge[ video || open action ]
[The faces of the passerby's to the device's lens seem to be reflecting a range from distinct lack of interest to mild amusement to extreme confusion. They also appear to be shielding their heads from something, but from the device's position, it isn't quite clear what.
That is, until the throng clears enough for the device to get a good shot of the fountain - and what appears to be an aquatic apparition thrashing about in the center of it all. Wrapped in one of its many tendrils can be seen a man in slightly tattered clothes, though his most distinct feature is the flaming red hair that might be somewhat familiar to select residents of the City. He is also screaming and flailing against the monster theatrically.]
No! No! Somebody, stop this beast! This is no way for a man to go! No!
[As the creature lifts him to its mouth(?), he confines himself to his fate and shouts to whatever observers have stuck around to watch the events unfold.]
Tell my family - I love them!
[But it's too late for him. The monster slips him into its translucent mouth and he can be seen sliding through the watery entrails - and then sliding right back out through the stomach, depositing him just close enough to get a better view of him. His concentration broken, the monster collapses back to its original position in the fountain, thoroughly soaking the man and the other observers in the process. They look annoyed. He looks...disappointed.]
Bugger. Another flop. [He turns to the device with something of a smile, putting his abundant freckles and soft brown eyes into view.] The stomach's supposed to be more akin to jelly, see? The idea was suspension, not lubrication.
[He sighs and gets to his feet, brushing himself off despite his dripping wet state.]
All in due time. Let's go it again. Come on, Georgie.
[He addresses another, though he is quite noticeably alone, and it's only in this that his voice takes a slightly less chipper tone. All that can be seen is his back and the strange, ethereal movement of the water as he walks back over to the fountain and the device shuts off.]
[ /video ]
[ooc; Fred is officially in the City! :D He hasn't quite figured out the device yet, though he played with it for a good while beforehand because that was curious minds do! Feel free to say your character was an unfortunate observer or just happened to pass him by or whatever, really. As a side note, I'm going to be disappearing around 1pm-ish today, so tags may come slow after that, but backtagging is love and I will reply as quickly as possible! Go crazy, you silly kids! ♥]
[The faces of the passerby's to the device's lens seem to be reflecting a range from distinct lack of interest to mild amusement to extreme confusion. They also appear to be shielding their heads from something, but from the device's position, it isn't quite clear what.
That is, until the throng clears enough for the device to get a good shot of the fountain - and what appears to be an aquatic apparition thrashing about in the center of it all. Wrapped in one of its many tendrils can be seen a man in slightly tattered clothes, though his most distinct feature is the flaming red hair that might be somewhat familiar to select residents of the City. He is also screaming and flailing against the monster theatrically.]
No! No! Somebody, stop this beast! This is no way for a man to go! No!
[As the creature lifts him to its mouth(?), he confines himself to his fate and shouts to whatever observers have stuck around to watch the events unfold.]
Tell my family - I love them!
[But it's too late for him. The monster slips him into its translucent mouth and he can be seen sliding through the watery entrails - and then sliding right back out through the stomach, depositing him just close enough to get a better view of him. His concentration broken, the monster collapses back to its original position in the fountain, thoroughly soaking the man and the other observers in the process. They look annoyed. He looks...disappointed.]
Bugger. Another flop. [He turns to the device with something of a smile, putting his abundant freckles and soft brown eyes into view.] The stomach's supposed to be more akin to jelly, see? The idea was suspension, not lubrication.
[He sighs and gets to his feet, brushing himself off despite his dripping wet state.]
All in due time. Let's go it again. Come on, Georgie.
[He addresses another, though he is quite noticeably alone, and it's only in this that his voice takes a slightly less chipper tone. All that can be seen is his back and the strange, ethereal movement of the water as he walks back over to the fountain and the device shuts off.]
[ /video ]
[ooc; Fred is officially in the City! :D He hasn't quite figured out the device yet, though he played with it for a good while beforehand because that was curious minds do! Feel free to say your character was an unfortunate observer or just happened to pass him by or whatever, really. As a side note, I'm going to be disappearing around 1pm-ish today, so tags may come slow after that, but backtagging is love and I will reply as quickly as possible! Go crazy, you silly kids! ♥]
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-09-02 04:31 am (UTC)It almost feels as though the whole world is failing him. Or maybe he's failing it.
When she moves to tend to the tea, Fred stays with his back to her for a moment to compose himself. He shouldn't be this brash and emotional, but at the same time, he shouldn't be alive to feel any of it at all. This should be a happy moment. This needs to be a happy moment. He swallows down the lump in his throat and goes back to leaning against the counter as though their brief emotional interlude never took place.]
"The City"'s a rather terrible name, if you ask me. I almost feel as though I should be filing a complaint.
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-09-03 05:51 pm (UTC)[The words come out a little too forcibly calm, and Ginny huffs out an irritated breath at herself, hand coming up to wipe at her eyes again. Bloody hell, she needs to get a hold of herself. She can tell that Fred's trying to brush off the past few minutes and she should try too, but her hands have the faintest tremble to them as they fix up the tea and for a moment, she forgets how Fred takes his because it's been so long and she goes still for a moment in trying to remember. No way is she asking. She's his sister, she's family, she should know.
What is... alright, no, it's fine, she's got this. Milk, sugar, tea, mugs, don't forget to charm the mug nice and warm, now. Ginny hands Fred his tea, a little frazzled, but she's smiling again as she holds on to her own drink. She is smiling, damn it.]
But do me a favour and don't hack off the deities, alright? I know, I know, this coming from me, but I've only just gotten you back and I'd rather not have to worry for a few more days yet.