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journal intime - cinq [Vid Post]
Jun. 30th, 2009 05:31 pm[Scene opens with a blur of motion. The L337Pod is shaking and can't seem to focus on an image. There are glimpses of about fifty Larxene faces, but they all look pale and not very lifelike. The scenery in the background keeps shifting and twirling and changing.
The L337Pod is dropped, and bounces off to the floor, but (miraculously) manages to keep the Larxene-blur in frame. The blur slows, and it becomes apparent that Larxene, and about fifteen pale Larxene-copies, have been twirling around the room.]
Uhh-uhh. Woah...
[Larxene slowly stops spinning, butterfly wings beating heavily to keep her upright. She wobbles once, twice]
Wings are f--
[she topples and lands on top of the L337Pod with a rather sickening thud.]
The L337Pod is dropped, and bounces off to the floor, but (miraculously) manages to keep the Larxene-blur in frame. The blur slows, and it becomes apparent that Larxene, and about fifteen pale Larxene-copies, have been twirling around the room.]
Uhh-uhh. Woah...
[Larxene slowly stops spinning, butterfly wings beating heavily to keep her upright. She wobbles once, twice]
Wings are f--
[she topples and lands on top of the L337Pod with a rather sickening thud.]
