[H/W - **2 - Shoddy Video]

[gtfomyhighwind.livejournal.com]

[It’s a shaky feed and emitting a heavy panting from the man who’s holding said phone. There’s no shot of him however, but a dirty brown boot and green paratrooper pants. The video is then directed at the busy-looking little town of Lindblum. And he’s obviously far away for where he should be.]

That’s…. Lindblum, ain’t it? [Heavier breathing, as if talking that little bit wore him out. Then a coughing wheeze came over he and the speakers, the view swinging down to the ground to view shoes and a toppled over shadow.

A moment later, he’s back up, clearing his throat and throwing around profanities.] Goddamn… P-O-S body... outta gil… no smokes… bullshit. All’a it. [He grumbles some more before turning around and looking around him; forest.]

Well. Hot damn. That looks like a nice a’nough tree … See ya guys in the mornin’!

[The feed cuts off there, shut off in his pocket.]

Comments

[Video/Action]

[thisdesertrose.livejournal.com]

Where are you going?

[Video/Action]

[loveandstrife.livejournal.com]

[He smiles at Firion, a smile he doesn't normally have, except when looking at those damn eyes.]

I'm gonna go meet a friend. You want to come?

[Video/Action]

[thisdesertrose.livejournal.com]

If your friend doesn't mind, then I would love to come.