fifth adversity | VIDEO / ACTION
May. 11th, 2012 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caliberill[Prospero! Remember the first time Nate arrived?
It's happening again. It's sometime during the night - not close enough to the Dark Hour but enough to where most of the stores begin to close, the local ones anyway. Just when it's quiet though, there's a loud sound, something akin to a gunshot. And then a figure stumbles into view of the feed. His heel collides with the screen, manages to knock the phone back a few feet so that there's a better view.
It's Nate - he's dressed a little better than how he usually look, but the big difference here is the blood stain building at his torso, fresh and reminding anyone who found him the first time around, just how things were. He falls back against the wall, slides a little and realizes where he is.
A grimace and he looks down one end of the alley, then the other. A sigh and he pinches the bridge of his nose. ]
Great. Just great.
[And just like that, he seems to be okay, despite the apparent wound on him. A look around and he spots the phone on the floor, makes a face as he moves to pick it up, brush it off.] Didn't think I'd see this place again...
[Two years. He was gone from this place for two whole years. Yet in the world of Prospero, it was only about two weeks. The feed cuts off.]
It's happening again. It's sometime during the night - not close enough to the Dark Hour but enough to where most of the stores begin to close, the local ones anyway. Just when it's quiet though, there's a loud sound, something akin to a gunshot. And then a figure stumbles into view of the feed. His heel collides with the screen, manages to knock the phone back a few feet so that there's a better view.
It's Nate - he's dressed a little better than how he usually look, but the big difference here is the blood stain building at his torso, fresh and reminding anyone who found him the first time around, just how things were. He falls back against the wall, slides a little and realizes where he is.
A grimace and he looks down one end of the alley, then the other. A sigh and he pinches the bridge of his nose. ]
Great. Just great.
[And just like that, he seems to be okay, despite the apparent wound on him. A look around and he spots the phone on the floor, makes a face as he moves to pick it up, brush it off.] Didn't think I'd see this place again...
[Two years. He was gone from this place for two whole years. Yet in the world of Prospero, it was only about two weeks. The feed cuts off.]