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Swing me once: the first visitors post.
Apr. 21st, 2010 02:01 am[Video]
"-To Aizen. Let's go."
[And so, in a single movement- the exact moment where his head snapped up as he rose from his very personal concrete slab (he had etched his name in and everything)- Shinji Hirako found himself away from the moldy old warehouse and in the middle of a ruined city-street that looked like Hell warmed up, then forgotten and left to rot, then warmed up and eaten by that one guy you know that never listens to any warnings and at last, unceremoniously vomited up in a dark corner of the apartment where nobody ever bothers to clean until it is too late.
Amber eyes fluttered left and right as his whole body went rigid and in a flash too fast for the normal human eye to spot, a sword was drawn and held as if its wielder expected an attack from any angle and any second. He seemed to be searching for something, or rather someone, and when they found nothing but unfamiliar ground he decided to turn on his supernatural senses. A rather poor idea in retrospect- the sudden rush of energies, some all too familiar and most of them very very new threatened to overwhelm him then and there, his eyes shifting quicker and quicker as he turns around and round trying desperately to make the slightest bit of sense out of the situation...
Until light reflected off the device caught his eye, making him turn towards the camera. In a flash he was suddenly so close that you could only see his feet, and then the image becomes a blur as he apparently kicked the device up into his hands and allowed all of Adstringendum take in his... description-defying features. Teeth that looked more like a roller-coaster curving up and down than a straight line, sharp upturned nose, eyes that were impossible to tell if they're being cold and analytical or the definition of dopey and dim, and last but not least: a hairstyle that... no. No, there's really no polite way to describe pageboy on a man.]
"Don' recall any a' us applyin' fer a spot on Nuclear Holocaust Survivor... so where oh where could I be..."
[Welcome him, Adstringendum. Welcome your latest, and possibly strangest, new arrival.]
"-To Aizen. Let's go."
[And so, in a single movement- the exact moment where his head snapped up as he rose from his very personal concrete slab (he had etched his name in and everything)- Shinji Hirako found himself away from the moldy old warehouse and in the middle of a ruined city-street that looked like Hell warmed up, then forgotten and left to rot, then warmed up and eaten by that one guy you know that never listens to any warnings and at last, unceremoniously vomited up in a dark corner of the apartment where nobody ever bothers to clean until it is too late.
Amber eyes fluttered left and right as his whole body went rigid and in a flash too fast for the normal human eye to spot, a sword was drawn and held as if its wielder expected an attack from any angle and any second. He seemed to be searching for something, or rather someone, and when they found nothing but unfamiliar ground he decided to turn on his supernatural senses. A rather poor idea in retrospect- the sudden rush of energies, some all too familiar and most of them very very new threatened to overwhelm him then and there, his eyes shifting quicker and quicker as he turns around and round trying desperately to make the slightest bit of sense out of the situation...
Until light reflected off the device caught his eye, making him turn towards the camera. In a flash he was suddenly so close that you could only see his feet, and then the image becomes a blur as he apparently kicked the device up into his hands and allowed all of Adstringendum take in his... description-defying features. Teeth that looked more like a roller-coaster curving up and down than a straight line, sharp upturned nose, eyes that were impossible to tell if they're being cold and analytical or the definition of dopey and dim, and last but not least: a hairstyle that... no. No, there's really no polite way to describe pageboy on a man.]
"Don' recall any a' us applyin' fer a spot on Nuclear Holocaust Survivor... so where oh where could I be..."
[Welcome him, Adstringendum. Welcome your latest, and possibly strangest, new arrival.]
