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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[Dramatic pause.] Think again. You got it all wrong.
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Too bad I don't have anything else to go by until you fill me in.
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[...why yes, even when running around for your life, there is still always time to defend your own sexual prowess. ALWAYS.]
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