Rory Williams (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
waitsforever) wrote2011-05-05 02:37 pm
waitsforever) wrote2011-05-05 02:37 pm
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[Forgive Rory, this is going to be a little bit Blair Witch. The camera's right up to his face for a bit--wow, screen full of nose--and then he fixes it, pulls it a bit away. He's breathing heavily, and trying to keep an eye on the camera and off beside him at the same time, and when he speaks, he's trying to keep his voice low.]
There...iiiis...a minotaur after me, a minotaur and a...thing. A goblin or something.
[The camera shakes a bit as he turns it to try and film along the wall beside him, the wall he's pressed up against, maaaybe to go around the edge, show around the corner...
And then a brief glimpse of the beasts, sniffing about, before they look straight at the camera, and the minotaur bellows.]
Shit!
[The video goes flailing, wild, Rory is off running again.
Sudden glimpses of narrow streets around him
and the goblin-thing, coming up towards him, hands reaching out toward the camera
and then bits of the city
the ground
up at Rory, from under his chin, he's tripped and he's pushing himself up again
alleyway
sky through the tops of buildings
and then a door, about halfway into frame on an angle, door opens, Rory hustles in and slams it behind him, up some stairs, down a hall, and then he slides down against the wall there, panting, trying to fumble the camera back to face him. He has a bit of trouble framing the words.]
So...what are they? Are they always here? What does this city have against me handing in my CV?! Because it's done this twice, now! I mean, the first time, it was a giant purple dog, and this time it's...those things. I know it's unprofessional, but is there a hospital email I can send it to? Because this is kind of ridiculous.
[A sound off to the side and Rory looks, and then gapes.]
How'd you--!
[His shoulders fall briefly in defeat, and then he scrambles to his feet and runs off again, ending the video with a thumb as he does so.]
There...iiiis...a minotaur after me, a minotaur and a...thing. A goblin or something.
[The camera shakes a bit as he turns it to try and film along the wall beside him, the wall he's pressed up against, maaaybe to go around the edge, show around the corner...
And then a brief glimpse of the beasts, sniffing about, before they look straight at the camera, and the minotaur bellows.]
Shit!
[The video goes flailing, wild, Rory is off running again.
Sudden glimpses of narrow streets around him
and the goblin-thing, coming up towards him, hands reaching out toward the camera
and then bits of the city
the ground
up at Rory, from under his chin, he's tripped and he's pushing himself up again
alleyway
sky through the tops of buildings
and then a door, about halfway into frame on an angle, door opens, Rory hustles in and slams it behind him, up some stairs, down a hall, and then he slides down against the wall there, panting, trying to fumble the camera back to face him. He has a bit of trouble framing the words.]
So...what are they? Are they always here? What does this city have against me handing in my CV?! Because it's done this twice, now! I mean, the first time, it was a giant purple dog, and this time it's...those things. I know it's unprofessional, but is there a hospital email I can send it to? Because this is kind of ridiculous.
[A sound off to the side and Rory looks, and then gapes.]
How'd you--!
[His shoulders fall briefly in defeat, and then he scrambles to his feet and runs off again, ending the video with a thumb as he does so.]
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[And then he cuts himself off, stupid monsters WITH OPPOSABLE THUMBS.]
Oh FUCK.
[Brb, time for a bit of running again.]
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Hey! You. Touchy guy. Not that I wouldn't love that to be a legitimate suggestion, but are you okay?
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Yes. Fine. I don't know what I did to them because they are relentless. [And then he realises, and his voice drips with sarcasm.] Oh, and, great. Wonderful. This room only has one door.
[Dragging furniture noises.]
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[Moving arooound.]
Technically, yes, but there's no way I'll fit through it. Not unless I--
[BANG. The minotaur is charging at the door.]
...right, I...think it's about time to go back and work on the barricade.
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Not unless you what?
--How long's your barricade going to last?
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Not unless I lose about 100 pounds and most of my limbs. It...was going to be a joke. I can't get through it, I'm in a basement.
[BANG. Rory takes a deep breath in and then out.]
I'm not sure how long the barricade will last. I'm just...dragging everything in the room...to the door.
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So, resigned...]
Where are you?
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No offence, but unless you're a lot more...useful than you sound, you'll just get yourself killed.
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Minotaur. And...you're kind of a twat, so I'm not sure why I care, but we might as well not both get killed. [...ffff, he really doesn't want to die again, though. But he doesn't want this guy's death on his conscience. Sigh.] What were you thinking of doing?
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[HUFF. But it's not like he hasn't been called that about a million times before.] I don't know. Hitting him over the head with something. And, you know, if it comes to it then maybe you can make your escape while he's feasting on my flesh. I may as well put my immortality to use at some point.
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You're immortal?
[Rustling sound of some sort, weird.]
Uaahh!
[Brb, Nathan, Rory is running over to hit the goblin currently trying to climb through the tiny window in the face with a chair.]
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It's an abandoned building
somewhere off
toward the big garden place
between that and the square
I think.
[Final bang and then Rory tries to wedge pieces of chair into the window frame, which makes weird scraping noises. Another BANG from the minotaur trying to charge in.]
Here.
[And then after thirty seconds, Nathan gets a link. Rory has CityMaps'd the place.]
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You coming along?
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Yes. I said, didn't I?
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