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niteo_nix2012-03-26 07:47 am
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[text] and then [accidental video]
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[ One might easily identify this as a sign of a new user -- and new arrival -- given the extended period of slow, confused exploration of the PDA's miniature keypad conducted in almost pitch darkness. But if one were to guess who, in the midst of a baffled adjustment to one's unfamiliar surroundings, would have time to sit down and play with a weird piece of technology, those who know the white-haired arrival might not have guessed Allen Walker.
But really, messing with this peculiar thing and indulging his passing curiosity is all that's standing between him and panic. It's a fine distraction, really.
One that loses its sparkle when what amounts to a very fancy, miniaturized typewriter offers absolutely no answers.
In his frustration, Allen vents his opinion where he thinks it won't matter. ]
clever, but it's still rubbish
[ And presses something that he'll later learn is called 'enter' in a unique method revealed by a brief clip of unintentional video recording; by way of the toe of his boot connecting with the device as a white-haired young man kicks it in a fit of pique.
He can't have kicked it too hard, nor has it landed against anything too unforgiving, as it's still running a few moments before the video cuts out. ]
[ One might easily identify this as a sign of a new user -- and new arrival -- given the extended period of slow, confused exploration of the PDA's miniature keypad conducted in almost pitch darkness. But if one were to guess who, in the midst of a baffled adjustment to one's unfamiliar surroundings, would have time to sit down and play with a weird piece of technology, those who know the white-haired arrival might not have guessed Allen Walker.
But really, messing with this peculiar thing and indulging his passing curiosity is all that's standing between him and panic. It's a fine distraction, really.
One that loses its sparkle when what amounts to a very fancy, miniaturized typewriter offers absolutely no answers.
In his frustration, Allen vents his opinion where he thinks it won't matter. ]
clever, but it's still rubbish
[ And presses something that he'll later learn is called 'enter' in a unique method revealed by a brief clip of unintentional video recording; by way of the toe of his boot connecting with the device as a white-haired young man kicks it in a fit of pique.
He can't have kicked it too hard, nor has it landed against anything too unforgiving, as it's still running a few moments before the video cuts out. ]
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[ Lost it? God, no, that sounds stupid, try something else! ]
Well, I found a cemetery...?
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[The 'stay out' part sounds desperately urgent.]
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And then: ]
What if... [ He has. And has been for a while? No, better just find his own way out -- without (actually heeding that ill-mannered swordsman for a change) falling into any open graves. ]
Never mind!
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[Sorry, Allen, you're pretty transparent there.]
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[ Who leaves a bunch of graves just--
Oh. Right. ]
I'll just wait here, then.
[ And run into his Master and get a minor concussion. ]
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(Shall I post an open log for later at the apartment, where they can talk about stuff? Any preferences?) ]
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