[Video #2]

Oct. 18th, 2011 04:19 pm
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[The man is well dressed, in a dark suit, ruffled white shirt showing beneath the jacket. He looks quite put together, though his long blond hair falls free, around his shoulders. In fact, it falls forward into his face a little as he moves, covering one eye, the remaining one a startling gold.

He looks as if he isn't paying attention to the Dreamberry at all, at first, as he walks around a room, taking bright shiny sharp scissors to every piece of fabric he can find, from curtains to cushions to clothing that he has dragged out of the closet.

Then he pans the room, to give the full effect, and stops the camera on the face of the young woman lying asleep in the bed - her clothing intact though her pillows and blankets are a little worse for wear - one Vanessa Nightray.]

So, shall we begin taking bets on my lifespan when she awakens?

Date: 2011-10-20 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snapekillsedgar.livejournal.com
Wh- What do you think you're doing?!

[He does reach out to snatch away the scissors, but to get them the HELL away from his brother.]

Date: 2011-10-20 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snapekillsedgar.livejournal.com
This... THIS--! [He waves an arm out at the room.] --- is NOT decorating! Do you even realize how dead you are?!

Date: 2011-10-20 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snapekillsedgar.livejournal.com
What--- [... He stops as he noticed a particular pile of torn up clothing sitting in the corner. Instantly, he ran over there, picking up the first thing he saw and staring at it in horror. After a few seconds, grits his teeth, and chucks the ruined tatters at his brother.]

I BOUGHT THESE FOR HER!

Date: 2011-10-20 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snapekillsedgar.livejournal.com
[Throwing only one wasn't satisfying enough, so even before Vincent finished thinking, he'd grabbed another one. He remembered goddamn well the trouble he had to go through to get his sister her clothes when she was so scared of crowds (or, just commoners) she could hardly leave the house.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure you didn't think AT ALL!

[There he goes, throwing the second clump of scrap cloth.

... There. That was slightly better, but he was still pissed.]

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