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tvk2012-05-11 04:02 pm
caliberill) wrote in tvk2012-05-11 04:02 pm
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fifth adversity | VIDEO / ACTION
[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.]
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And I might. [A tilt of the head.] - Though it might be at that same hotel.
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[Sheepish smile.] After all, the last thing I remember is coming back from our honeymoon. Didn't exactly give me much time to let the whole "marriage" thing sink in.
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I'd like that - and we've got plenty of time here to let it sink in... If you're up to it, of course. [He laughs, just a little!]
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You don't think they'll mind if I just spend the night with you and move my stuff over as we go along, right?
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Nah, I don't think that'll be a problem, actually. The staff don't really seem to pay much attention to that kinda thing, really.