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dramadramaduck2011-01-30 11:45 pm
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Entry tags:
5; ghostbuster; read between the lines; look out he's wearing make up
Does anyone know a place that's away from civilization and has a lot of mirrors or a lot of water?
five days
[The camera settles on his back; at this angle, his face is a sliver of cheekbone and chin and temple, all shadows and highlights. The room he's in is small, and spartan; his green uniform is the only color in it. Barely visible past him is a mirror and one hand, which holds a paintbrush. He pauses, then draws the thin tip of the brush under his cheek.]
i see you
I heard there was a ghost who likes mirrors and I want to speak to her. Mirrors and water, pretty things, you know? Maybe I'll give her a ring. She put up a video and I want to speak to her properly. Put her at peace, you know?
what are you waiting for
[He pauses again, tilts his face and draws the brush over his eyebrow.]
coward coward coward coward coward
And you're wondering what I'm doing with my face, right? They used to say, on my world, that the best magi were the ones who painted their faces to honor the gods. I want good luck on this; I'm doing it now, while I'm talking, because...well, it's a bit tricky. I keep on painting circles instead of lines. I was hoping that talking while I did this would help me concentrate. Good luck is always good, right? Red for truth...or red for promises? I can never remember.
you are going to die
[And he turns to the community at last, his face painted with elegant red designs. He smiles thin, nervous.]
life, hope, dreams, where do they go? does it matter?
Community, talk to me while I wait for a hop, please. Calm my nerves?
[[young!Kefka's trying to lure Samara out and end the ring curse, either by getting her angry enough to go at him here or by luring her out in an area with lots of water/mirrors. SURELY THIS CAN'T GO WRONG.]]
five days
[The camera settles on his back; at this angle, his face is a sliver of cheekbone and chin and temple, all shadows and highlights. The room he's in is small, and spartan; his green uniform is the only color in it. Barely visible past him is a mirror and one hand, which holds a paintbrush. He pauses, then draws the thin tip of the brush under his cheek.]
i see you
I heard there was a ghost who likes mirrors and I want to speak to her. Mirrors and water, pretty things, you know? Maybe I'll give her a ring. She put up a video and I want to speak to her properly. Put her at peace, you know?
what are you waiting for
[He pauses again, tilts his face and draws the brush over his eyebrow.]
coward coward coward coward coward
And you're wondering what I'm doing with my face, right? They used to say, on my world, that the best magi were the ones who painted their faces to honor the gods. I want good luck on this; I'm doing it now, while I'm talking, because...well, it's a bit tricky. I keep on painting circles instead of lines. I was hoping that talking while I did this would help me concentrate. Good luck is always good, right? Red for truth...or red for promises? I can never remember.
you are going to die
[And he turns to the community at last, his face painted with elegant red designs. He smiles thin, nervous.]
life, hope, dreams, where do they go? does it matter?
Community, talk to me while I wait for a hop, please. Calm my nerves?
[[young!Kefka's trying to lure Samara out and end the ring curse, either by getting her angry enough to go at him here or by luring her out in an area with lots of water/mirrors. SURELY THIS CAN'T GO WRONG.]]