Cain Hargreaves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misterblackbird) wrote2011-06-25 02:20 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2011-06-25 02:20 pm
Entry 505; Day 918
[Video Post]
[The recording begins with a start, a flicker and a flash, as though the recording has been started by accident--indeed, that seems to be very much the case. Cain--yes, it must be him, given the shape of the figure in partial view of the lens--seems to have started this recording by leaning against the larger Network device he keeps on his desk. Cain's face almost in profile, the back of his shirt and waistcoat, and a glimpse of his hip can be seen from this angle. His room in the opera house is before him and before the camera, but he doesn't seem to be paying attention to it. Rather he's speaking to the air, to nothing, but as though there were someone there, someone whom he hasn't seen in a long time. The recording begins in medias res...]
--But we found your ring, Suzette. Don't you remember? We found it, Riff and I did, but the girl who stole it... [A heavy pause.] ...I haven't be able to return it you yet.
Don't you remember? [If he sounded more energetic at that, he might sound like he was teasing her about her having forgotten. As it is, he sounds more melancholy, more like a reminiscence.] You came to me just like this that day and you told me your ring was missing. And that very same day, I met the girl who'd stolen it from you.
[Another pause--almost as though he's listening as someone else speaks, but there's no other voice to be heard.]
I promise you that I'll return it to you. But, Suzette, you must hurry back.
[Even from this poor angle, it can be seen that his expression softens almost to smiling--though it's a sad smile, if it's a smile at all--and he reaches out gently, as though to touch this unseen girl's face with his fingertips.]
My darling cousin, Suzette--you do realise that you're dead, don't you? The dead can reappear in the City, almost as though they were alive. But never like this, Suzette.
[His hand is still in midair, touching nothing--or touching something that only he can see.]
Never like this.
[The silence holds. But, in that moment, leaning as he is against his desk, his left hand strikes the Network device again, and he realizes it's open and very possibly recording. Without turning to look at it, long fingers spider up over the lens and reach to close the device again, cutting off the recording and sending it back into darkness.]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Whenever Cain has an accidental video post, you know something's up--this post was made from his laptop-like device, not his pocket-sized device. It's Ghost World for him today. And his ghost this time is Suzette--his girl cousin [half-sister, really] with whom he was madly in love. He may very well encounter other girls whom he's loved and lost (or just lost, maybe) over the course of the day too...]
[The recording begins with a start, a flicker and a flash, as though the recording has been started by accident--indeed, that seems to be very much the case. Cain--yes, it must be him, given the shape of the figure in partial view of the lens--seems to have started this recording by leaning against the larger Network device he keeps on his desk. Cain's face almost in profile, the back of his shirt and waistcoat, and a glimpse of his hip can be seen from this angle. His room in the opera house is before him and before the camera, but he doesn't seem to be paying attention to it. Rather he's speaking to the air, to nothing, but as though there were someone there, someone whom he hasn't seen in a long time. The recording begins in medias res...]
--But we found your ring, Suzette. Don't you remember? We found it, Riff and I did, but the girl who stole it... [A heavy pause.] ...I haven't be able to return it you yet.
Don't you remember? [If he sounded more energetic at that, he might sound like he was teasing her about her having forgotten. As it is, he sounds more melancholy, more like a reminiscence.] You came to me just like this that day and you told me your ring was missing. And that very same day, I met the girl who'd stolen it from you.
[Another pause--almost as though he's listening as someone else speaks, but there's no other voice to be heard.]
I promise you that I'll return it to you. But, Suzette, you must hurry back.
[Even from this poor angle, it can be seen that his expression softens almost to smiling--though it's a sad smile, if it's a smile at all--and he reaches out gently, as though to touch this unseen girl's face with his fingertips.]
My darling cousin, Suzette--you do realise that you're dead, don't you? The dead can reappear in the City, almost as though they were alive. But never like this, Suzette.
[His hand is still in midair, touching nothing--or touching something that only he can see.]
Never like this.
[The silence holds. But, in that moment, leaning as he is against his desk, his left hand strikes the Network device again, and he realizes it's open and very possibly recording. Without turning to look at it, long fingers spider up over the lens and reach to close the device again, cutting off the recording and sending it back into darkness.]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Whenever Cain has an accidental video post, you know something's up--this post was made from his laptop-like device, not his pocket-sized device. It's Ghost World for him today. And his ghost this time is Suzette--his girl cousin [half-sister, really] with whom he was madly in love. He may very well encounter other girls whom he's loved and lost (or just lost, maybe) over the course of the day too...]
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After all, the dead can't speak, can they?
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[Seeing people who aren't supposed to be here as ghosts. At least, from what he can tell. His interest. It is yours.]
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My condolences.
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I rather doubt they can be understood at all.
I suppose, if I'm to call these sights anything, they're more at hallucinations than anything. Anyway, I don't believe in ghosts, and ghosts certainly don't exist in my world. I can't speak so easily to the peculiarities of this place.
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Heh. But zis can wait, ja. I have noticed zat those cursed tend to enjoy ze day to themselves even if ze devices think otherwise. But it sounds like zis is not the first encounter, no, and if you have ze time later, we could discuss it. Ze theory.
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The theory of what?
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The tick tock tocking of ze clock has grown loud for me at least and zey say the best cure is company.
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Some time after this weekend, then?
That cat is adorable, yet frightening at the same time
Isn't it just :3c
Although I don't believe we've spoken before. May I ask your name? Especially if we're to meet again sometime.
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Or any place zat suits your fancy. Zis City is still new to me.
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I know the place. I'd be glad to meet you--in person, of course--there.
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I look forward to zis meeting, milord.
[ooc: Any preferences. You post. I post. The purple elephant in the room posts. Log. I'm fine with anything.]
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As do I, of course.
[ooc: That purple elephant can write, but she's usually so busy that I hate to ask her to write another post--I mean, wait, what? ... I'm fine with whatever method you might like, really. Though I'm about to fall asleep at my keyboard. Would you prefer to make the post or log?]
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