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savetheearth2014-01-14 10:21 pm
beforeweproceed) wrote in savetheearth2014-01-14 10:21 pm
01. [Video | Post-It Paper]
[A new number is scrawled down. For a few minutes, that's all there is. Nothing more continues to be written down.
The next sign of the connector comes on abruptly with a huffed sigh and a gruff and weathered "Son of a bitch." It's caught - and in a small figurative window is a man, older, mustached and bearded, solidly gray hair. Seen at several angles, as he's not actually looking at the frame. He's looking between targets somewhere off one of its corners and around its adjacent sides, stops in one place, leans in to squint at another before lifting back and swinging his focus over to another.
Somewhere in the skimming over whatever surface it is he's perusing on he looses of huff - or half that and half a grumble or a growl. Rougher and more stirred than a huff as he picks up muttering, inwardly directed, fast, and clipping soft consonants drawn and hard ones pointed:]
...Gang warfare -- [A restless blustering noise.] What do you know, so much for that!
[That last word with a trace of a growl, not even an angry one, not settled enough to be angry or hostile or anything else that warrants an actual target at anything as he continues the looking through.]
The next sign of the connector comes on abruptly with a huffed sigh and a gruff and weathered "Son of a bitch." It's caught - and in a small figurative window is a man, older, mustached and bearded, solidly gray hair. Seen at several angles, as he's not actually looking at the frame. He's looking between targets somewhere off one of its corners and around its adjacent sides, stops in one place, leans in to squint at another before lifting back and swinging his focus over to another.
Somewhere in the skimming over whatever surface it is he's perusing on he looses of huff - or half that and half a grumble or a growl. Rougher and more stirred than a huff as he picks up muttering, inwardly directed, fast, and clipping soft consonants drawn and hard ones pointed:]
...Gang warfare -- [A restless blustering noise.] What do you know, so much for that!
[That last word with a trace of a growl, not even an angry one, not settled enough to be angry or hostile or anything else that warrants an actual target at anything as he continues the looking through.]