Ken
24 July 2011 @ 01:47 am
Video 10 → I See No Way This Carefully-Laid Plan Could Possibly Fail.  
[Well, someone isn't looking too healthy.

[Ken looks like he's been fighting, and quite possibly up all night. One of his eyes is swollen shut, there's an obvious bruise on his jaw and a cut on his brow. Honestly, he should just stop trying to walk to take-outs. Nothing good ever comes of it.

[As to what he's doing now, he's trying to prise a purple stone off his forehead with his fingernails using the Dreamberry camera as a mirror, because it shouldn't be there and it needs to go and if he was in the bathroom he'd have to stand. The obvious downside to this - that if the camera's on he's being recorded - doesn't seem to have occurred to him. Maybe if he didn't feel so damn tired--]


Ow!

[He rubs at his brow. All he's done is give himself a rather nasty-looking scratch.]

Dammit.

[Ken sighs. Rubs one eye with the heel of his hand. Clearly this isn't working and he needs a better plan. Getting up, he wanders around for a moment and returns with a pair of craft scissors. He slumps heavily back down before the camera, carefully opening the scissors so the blades are bared. On that note, the feed times out.

[Somebody save this idiot from himself. Please.]
 
 
Current Mood: exhausted
 
 
Ken
13 July 2011 @ 01:15 am
Video 09 → Ken, On Dreams  
[Ken's set the Dreamberry up against a book; he's slumped opposite it, chin resting on one wrist. The picture is slightly crooked, and he reaches out to steady the screen.

[Then he glares at it, as if it personally has done him some grave disservice.]


So, these dream... post things. What right have we got to be seeing this stuff?

[I'm looking at you, Dreamberry. Ken glares a bit more, then sighs.]

This ain't TV, right? It's... someone else's head in here. It's private and this thing's dishing it up like it was a stupid drama or something and it's - you're all, why not watch it if it's there? Like TV. And everyone does it and it starts seeming so normal and... and what the Hell's with that, why's that supposed to be okay now just because it's everywhere and--

Look, I'm not saying I'm better than anyone else, I do it too and I don't know why I ever figured it was just fine to, it's not a show and... and... Damn, I hate this place!

[And off.]
 
 
Current Mood: wtf is my problem anyway
 
 
Ken
10 November 2010 @ 09:16 am
Video 08 → My Mistakes, Numbers 4,926 - 5,101  
[The video cuts in to show Ken frowning down into the camera, breathing a little too hard and too fast, and biting his lip. Clearly he is looking for something in one of the Dreamberry's menus, jabbing at the keys beneath the screen; just as clearly he triggered the video feed in the process. The image shakes: he's grasping the Dreamberry as firmly as he can, but it doesn't seem to stop his hands from trembling. Confusion crosses his face for a moment or two as he tries to work out why the screen's changed, then he mutters a frustrated curse, but the audio doesn't seem to pick it up.

[The picture cartwheels madly as he tosses the Dreamberry onto the bank he's sitting on. When it lands and the tumbling stops, the screen shows nothing but a slice of sky, thin skeins of clouds drifting overhead. Sixty seconds later, the feed times out.]

[OOC: Ken's been dead for a week after Muraki murdered him, and has lost his voice as a penalty. Replies will be in the form of text messages, or possibly charades.]
 
 
Current Mood: what is this i don't even
 
 
Ken
15 September 2010 @ 03:16 am
Video 07 → What Do Women Want, Anyway?  
[Unfiltered. Let's see how long it takes Ken to realize this.]

[Ken sits on the edge of the fountain in Espoir, frowning into the camera in aggrieved confusion, as if it personally has done him some disservice.]

Uh... this is probably gonna sound dumb but Does anyone know what kind of stuff you get a girl you like that isn't totally stupid or creepy?

[The head and neck of a toy giraffe are just visible in the lower right hand corner of the frame. Ken glances over at it as he speaks, then shoves it quickly down in an attempt to get it out of shot, without any real noticeable success. An awkward look flickers across his face. Great, so he's already seriously regretting deciding to ask this question and he hasn't even finished saying it yet...]

And I'm not gonna do flowers.

[The feed cuts off quickly.]
 
 
Current Mood: well this is awkward