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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

[designedtoparty]

You know, the whole home made horror is kind of old school now. And I don't meant that in the good way.

voice.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Can't leave you alone for just a minute, can I. [But her tone says that maybe she's worried about you. A little.]

[Action] If you want.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Buffy is out with her scythe doing the patrol thing. She never thought that she'd have to patrol against carousel animals. She turns a corner and practically runs into Rory. With slayer reflexes, she reaches out and grabs his bicep to keep both of them on their feet.]

What's the rush? Somehow I'm thinking it's not a BOGO sell at the shoe store.

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[child-radical.livejournal.com]

Go for the eyes if it gets to close. Also avoid the ones that look like gumdrops.

[reed4context.livejournal.com]

This doesn't happen regularly, no. Are you all right?

unintentional audio;

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

What the fuck is a minotaur...?

action.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[It's a good thing Amy's got quite some practice running, 'cause she just ran from the TARDIS to Rory's current position, and she expects there to be quite some more running in the near future.

For now, though, she sees the minotaur and.. oh. It's a little bigger than she expected, admittedly. Never one to let such a thing slow her down, she pauses just long enough to shout at the minotaur.]

Hey ugly. Leave my husband alone. [Not her wittiest words, she'll admit.]