Cain Hargreaves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misterblackbird) wrote2011-06-05 05:52 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2011-06-05 05:52 pm
Entry 500; Day 898
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[The image snaps out of oblivion and darkness, but there's not much to see: just light and shadow, alternating, a little darkness, a little light, things too near to the lens to really make sense, possibly a passing shirt collar, an ear going by, the same glimpses repeating a few times. And while there isn't much to see, but there's a lot to hear: more shuffling, ruffling, sliding, moving sounds than one might know what to do with. It's as though someone has the camera very near to his face, but is moving all the while, and doing...something.
Perhaps this video is entirely accidental. Yes, yes it must be. After all, when that left ear goes past again (after the whole of the left side of the face), one can see that it is wearing a small jet earring. For those who know it, it may be quite recognizable. After all, Cain wears such an earring. And, given these brief glimpses, it seems the person (one must assume it to be a person) in such close quarters with the Network device has the same dark hair and pale skin that Cain does. And he isn't inclined to make accidental video posts (or video posts at all). Certainly not doing anything quite like this...
Yes, it's most certainly Cain, as can be seen when he pulls back from the Network device fully to regard it a moment, blinking green-gold-green cat-like eyes at it. He considers the device carefully for a little while...only to lean back in to it again and--what is he doing? From what one can see from the camera's view, it seems that he's rubbing the sides of his face, his jaw, and his temples all along the corners and edges of the Network device. Over and over and over again. And looking (as best one can see) quite content as he does this.
And this continues for no little while until, as accidentally as the recording was begun in the first place, it is ended: he, very fortunately, managed to hit the "end" button in all of this. And, with that, the video drops away into darkness again with a snap--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Cat-like typing detec--wait a minute D: Suddenly! An inversion! The Network device is Cain's and no one else's and he's going to make sure of that. By rubbing his face all over it. Obviously. (Ever had a cat do this to your computer?) I feel quite certain he will have done this to Riff and Merry and everything that he regards as "his" all day... I really hope he hasn't been licking Kassandra and Noir. I really, truly do...]
[The image snaps out of oblivion and darkness, but there's not much to see: just light and shadow, alternating, a little darkness, a little light, things too near to the lens to really make sense, possibly a passing shirt collar, an ear going by, the same glimpses repeating a few times. And while there isn't much to see, but there's a lot to hear: more shuffling, ruffling, sliding, moving sounds than one might know what to do with. It's as though someone has the camera very near to his face, but is moving all the while, and doing...something.
Perhaps this video is entirely accidental. Yes, yes it must be. After all, when that left ear goes past again (after the whole of the left side of the face), one can see that it is wearing a small jet earring. For those who know it, it may be quite recognizable. After all, Cain wears such an earring. And, given these brief glimpses, it seems the person (one must assume it to be a person) in such close quarters with the Network device has the same dark hair and pale skin that Cain does. And he isn't inclined to make accidental video posts (or video posts at all). Certainly not doing anything quite like this...
Yes, it's most certainly Cain, as can be seen when he pulls back from the Network device fully to regard it a moment, blinking green-gold-green cat-like eyes at it. He considers the device carefully for a little while...only to lean back in to it again and--what is he doing? From what one can see from the camera's view, it seems that he's rubbing the sides of his face, his jaw, and his temples all along the corners and edges of the Network device. Over and over and over again. And looking (as best one can see) quite content as he does this.
And this continues for no little while until, as accidentally as the recording was begun in the first place, it is ended: he, very fortunately, managed to hit the "end" button in all of this. And, with that, the video drops away into darkness again with a snap--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Cat-like typing detec--wait a minute D: Suddenly! An inversion! The Network device is Cain's and no one else's and he's going to make sure of that. By rubbing his face all over it. Obviously. (Ever had a cat do this to your computer?) I feel quite certain he will have done this to Riff and Merry and everything that he regards as "his" all day... I really hope he hasn't been licking Kassandra and Noir. I really, truly do...]
[Video;]
[For no apparent reason, Cain seems to ended up in his favorite red chair, flopped on his side, curled up in the seat... Rather, well, like a cat.]
[Video;]
I'm sorry, what was that? Oh, the door. No, goodness, I don't think I'd ever be daring enough to try that; I have enough trouble with stairs as it is, without trying to tackle them with wheels on my feet on top of it.
[Video;]
[Video; → Action;]
[And with that, she takes off skating with practiced ease; with the help of the additional speed afforded by her skates, it doesn't take her long to arrive at the Opera House at all.]
[Action;]
[Action;]
Were it not for the fact that she's visited here roughly a thousand times before--and, granted, the fact that there's a curse today--she might be loath to walk right in without being greeted; as it is, she only hesitates a little before trying the door, poking her head in, and making sure she's not about to be mauled by He-Who-Kills before heading up toward Cain's room.]
Hello?
[She's on her fourth repetition of the greeting by the time she makes it to his door, peering around the doorjamb like the tentative guest she is.]
Hello, I'm here...
[Action;]
Rosella--there you are.
[Action;]
[She steps more fully into the doorway now, since it seems a bit silly to keep peeking around it while holding a conversation.]
Are you sure you're feeling all right, Cain?
[Action;]
Yes, I'm feeling perfectly fine. Why ever do you ask?
[Action;]
I was just making sure. Inspired or not, it's really not like you to spend an afternoon dozing.
[Action;]
[Action;]
[As she steps tentatively into the room.]
[Action;]
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[And a little farther still.]
[Action;]
[He's not standing, but he has gotten at least onto his knees--this is all so undignified...not that he knows it...]
[Action;]
Thank you, I'll try not to disturb the cats.
[Action;]
[He settles down again, curling around the cats, but keeping his eyes fixed on her. He's...thinking about something...]
[Action;]
I'm glad to hear it. People on the Network have been...rather odd, today.
[Action;]
Haven't they though? It must be a curse. That's all I can imagine it to be.
[Action;]
[Action;]
[He slides himself out of the pile of cats, drops to the floor, and saunters over to the chair where Rosella sits--on two feet, mercifully, and not on all fours. But he does drape himself on the chair a bit, sliding down to sit, yes, on the floor beside it...]
[Action;]
And you're...managing here, just the same.
[As, briefly, the thought of petting him flits through her mind. And is promptly and firmly banished a moment later.]
[Action;]
[He tips his head aaaaaaall the way back to look at her (upside down) through half-open eyes.]
[Action;]
What are you--goodness, you're going to hurt yourself, stop that...
[And she proceeds to make the fatal error of reaching for him to gently try and return his head to an upright position.]
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