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[waitsforever]

[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.]

Comments

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Who'd get bored chasing after you. [Because she... never actually chased after him. In the figurative sense not, at least. There might have been some chasing and playing tag, years ago.]

voice.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware I was that chaseable. Not until now, at least, I'm apparently...skilled at being bait.

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Very chaseable. [And yeah, she makes it sound dirty.]

voice.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Rory breathes out, a sort of amused/embarrassed/intrigued huff of air. He sounds faintly flustered.] Um. Thanks. You're pretty chaseable yourself, only...not in this way, I hope.

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

The running thing? I am kinda good at it though.

voice.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Fondly.] Yeah. [Because now he's just thinking about her legs...]

I meant more like: not in the way where you're being chased by monsters right now, though.

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[Well. She does have great legs.]

Nope. No monsters. Weeeell, maybe I saw a dragon crawling around earlier but no chasing going on here.

But hey, where are you?

voice.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Uhh...

[He really doesn't want to say.]

I'm in...a basement. In a room. I'm fine.

[BANG.]

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Rory. [Eyeroll.]

voice.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Okay, stand firm in the face of death. And Amy.]

I'm sorry Amy, I don't want you getting killed!

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

But you getting killed AGAIN is okay?

voice.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Pause. Amy, he doesn't want YOU to die again either.]

It's better than you dying with me.

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

So how 'bout neither of us dies.

voice.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, that would be nice...

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

That's settled then.