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[accidental video] // [action]
Jun. 21st, 2012 03:07 pm[Inside of room 3045, there is a resounding CRASH of metal on stone. The crashing sounds continue, and are accompanied by short, half-panicked, half-pained, cries.]
[Somewhere in the confusion, the journal is knocked into, the video feed recording green, flailing limbs, a metal body contorting in pain as what appears to be electricity sparks off the new arrival's frame. He -- for the voice is male -- has no idea where he is, or what's happened. He can't. Too much energy flooding his systems.]
[But with the source of the electric shocks cut off, his body starts to relax, and he falls silent, lying on the floor of his cell, bright red wings splayed limply to either side of him. Somewhere in his struggles, he knocked the door to his cell open, and now lies with an arm flopped out in the hall.]
[Do you approach?]
[Somewhere in the confusion, the journal is knocked into, the video feed recording green, flailing limbs, a metal body contorting in pain as what appears to be electricity sparks off the new arrival's frame. He -- for the voice is male -- has no idea where he is, or what's happened. He can't. Too much energy flooding his systems.]
[But with the source of the electric shocks cut off, his body starts to relax, and he falls silent, lying on the floor of his cell, bright red wings splayed limply to either side of him. Somewhere in his struggles, he knocked the door to his cell open, and now lies with an arm flopped out in the hall.]
[Do you approach?]
