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dramadramaduck2012-02-14 09:04 am
secret_heart) wrote in dramadramaduck2012-02-14 09:04 am
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[When the feed cuts on it’s self-evident that the person being filmed by the community is both unaware and too preoccupied with something else to be even remotely concerned about whether or not a device is taping him.
It's possible that he is aware that he's being watched by something else and he doesn't really care.
A quick glance at his surroundings suggests that the man is sitting in a solitary prison cell with moderately comfortable accommodations. The man himself appears almost neutral where the small luxuries are concerned…probably due to the fact that he is the most interesting thing in his cell.
He sits, for the moment, quietly on his cot, a set of glorious white wings protruding from his back…or at least they must have been glorious, because at the moment they looked somewhat unkempt and he was clearly shedding as in his hands there were a number of white feathers…and more still slowly spiraling their way down to the floor.]
It seems that prison life doesn’t agree with me so well; though being shackled doesn’t make grooming any easier [holds his wrists up and tests his bonds with some mild irritation] do they think that moving me from a smaller cell to a larger cell will make any difference in my ability to escape. Really…it’s a little unnecessary…I’d much rather they left me where I was, at least they allowed me to move my arms…but if this is life in a solitary prison cell then…
[He heaves a long-suffering sigh before getting up and pacing to the other side of his gilded cage.]
I suppose I can’t be too upset, I don’t regret what I’ve done, but I still cannot help worrying about my dear Chihaya…I imagine that’s probably what’s causing my distress.
[Holds up the handful of feathers once more before releasing them, letting them scatter across the floor.]
I hope he’s okay wherever he is…[he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose the aforementioned distress evident]…ripping his wing off, even if it was for Kagetsuya, I can’t imagine. I suppose, as a gesture of love there is an unexpected beauty to it…but he was losing a lot of blood…
[He shakes his head at this point as if trying to dispel some horrible thought from his mind]
…I also understand the Metatron has backed off of the Earth and the humans. Chihaya should be pleased…though it’s very likely that Archangel Raphael is enraged…underestimating the Earthian.
[A vague smirk forms at the corner of Michael’s lips, but it disappears just as quick and he finally takes a seat behind the device that’s recording him]
Even surveillance cameras, I didn’t realize I was such a threatening presence…but I am grateful. Limited access to Eden’s database, Raphael’s doing I’m sure; though I didn’t think he had quite the sense of humor…at least I don’t remember the database being adorned with ducks.
I guess things change when you’re in the big house.
It's possible that he is aware that he's being watched by something else and he doesn't really care.
A quick glance at his surroundings suggests that the man is sitting in a solitary prison cell with moderately comfortable accommodations. The man himself appears almost neutral where the small luxuries are concerned…probably due to the fact that he is the most interesting thing in his cell.
He sits, for the moment, quietly on his cot, a set of glorious white wings protruding from his back…or at least they must have been glorious, because at the moment they looked somewhat unkempt and he was clearly shedding as in his hands there were a number of white feathers…and more still slowly spiraling their way down to the floor.]
It seems that prison life doesn’t agree with me so well; though being shackled doesn’t make grooming any easier [holds his wrists up and tests his bonds with some mild irritation] do they think that moving me from a smaller cell to a larger cell will make any difference in my ability to escape. Really…it’s a little unnecessary…I’d much rather they left me where I was, at least they allowed me to move my arms…but if this is life in a solitary prison cell then…
[He heaves a long-suffering sigh before getting up and pacing to the other side of his gilded cage.]
I suppose I can’t be too upset, I don’t regret what I’ve done, but I still cannot help worrying about my dear Chihaya…I imagine that’s probably what’s causing my distress.
[Holds up the handful of feathers once more before releasing them, letting them scatter across the floor.]
I hope he’s okay wherever he is…[he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose the aforementioned distress evident]…ripping his wing off, even if it was for Kagetsuya, I can’t imagine. I suppose, as a gesture of love there is an unexpected beauty to it…but he was losing a lot of blood…
[He shakes his head at this point as if trying to dispel some horrible thought from his mind]
…I also understand the Metatron has backed off of the Earth and the humans. Chihaya should be pleased…though it’s very likely that Archangel Raphael is enraged…underestimating the Earthian.
[A vague smirk forms at the corner of Michael’s lips, but it disappears just as quick and he finally takes a seat behind the device that’s recording him]
Even surveillance cameras, I didn’t realize I was such a threatening presence…but I am grateful. Limited access to Eden’s database, Raphael’s doing I’m sure; though I didn’t think he had quite the sense of humor…at least I don’t remember the database being adorned with ducks.
I guess things change when you’re in the big house.