[personal profile] cocooned
cocooned: (Dinner etiquette is important)
[There's a girl stuffing her face with a parfait down town, attempting to ignore the cameras as she complains to the boy sitting across from her. Huffy, she pouts while taking another mouthful, ignoring the bit of cream that decorates her nose.]

Calling me a diva...! Can you believe it? It's not nice painting false pictures like that of people!

[HUFF HUFF HUFF her teenage pride has been wounded because in reality she really isn't, even if she is indignant at the moment (her feelings are hurt okay). Taking another large bite she glowers to herself and companion.]

I've been trying really hard to do my part and help pull all of this together, despite just being a high school kid. It's not like I'm Shiki-senpai or Touya-senpai!

[OM NOM NOM]

Zero, I'm really mad! Aren't there more interesting things? Like who's dating who or the like, instead of making up false rumors. Ah-!

[She lifts a finger up]

I bet if they were to follow people around properly, they'd be able to find someone out on a date. Getting ice cream or lunch or something together. That'd be a lot more honest.
[personal profile] buymorelifer
buymorelifer: ([expression] unintentionally charming)
[ The video opens on Chuck sitting in a chair in the apartment, walled off by curtains so the illusion of privacy stands. He looks from one off-camera person to another, and offers a sort of tense smile. He glances at the camera -- ]

Just pretend the camera's not there, Chuck.

Oh, ah... okay. [ He looks back off-camera! ]

How are you settling in?

Oh, fine. I mean, after you spend a week on a deserted island, anything is good, right? Ehehehe. Especially the coffee. [ Makes little "robot" hand gestures, speaking in monotone. ] Chuck need coffee to function.

What role were you assigned in your team?

Um... I'm the judge for Team Two.

That's a pretty important job.

[ Chuck tugs at his collar. ]

Yeah... everybody's really nice, though. Even the other teams. [ Nervous laugh!! ]

Do you have any experience in the fashion industry, Chuck?

[ Clears his throat. ] Um, not exactly. We sold a few fashion designer video games at the Buy More, but I never played any...

Do you have a favorite designer?

[ Completely at a loss. ] Ah, Converse? [ Points down and the camera pans down as Chuck lifts his pant leg and shows off his, well, chucks. ] They count, right?

Sure they do.

Oh, good. [ Gives a bigger, more sincere smile. ]

Who do you think is the biggest diva in your group?

[ Deer-in-headlights look. ] Um, do I really have to answer this question?

[ Suddenly, he appears thoughtful. ] I think Yuuki, maybe. Or maybe Effie.

[ End interview! ]
[personal profile] emends
emends: (pic#6298378)
[ It’s only a few hours after sunrise when Lucina fetches up her communicator. She’s a seasoned hand at going without long stretches of sleep and has already made herself useful. There’s a steady, crackling fire going on the beach and above it, a fair amount of speared fish roasting calmly. (They’re dead. That’s why they’re calm.) There’s also a small selection of forest fruit – calabaza, naseberries and soursop – resting on her strewn cape, less than a foot away from the fire pit.

She’s noticeably sunburnt. Her boots are off and her trousers are rolled up to her knees, leaving her with bright red patches on her lower legs to match the one on her nose. She also doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the affliction, her tone even and her face halfway to a smile.
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I have managed to get some food for us. Should anyone wish to break their fast, there is a serviceable selection at the beach. Come quick, for I’m afraid it will be first come, first serve.

[ The communicator feed clicks off, and then clicks back on. ]

And, um – good morning, friends.

[ She smiles! Inigo would be so proud of her. The call closes once again. You can call her back, either to yell at her for waking you up or yell at her for not grabbing the fruit you like, or just come down and eat. Threadjacking and mingling are encouraged. ]
[personal profile] cocooned
cocooned: (Battle Ready)
[ . . . This is not where she last was. Although she's having trouble remembering what she was last doing (it's a blank slate). So when she comes to somewhere down the beach a ways, she's disorientated enough all ready. Not to mention waking up with a strange note and in a place like this! She was at the academy, wasn't she? Walking farther and farther into the depths of the jungle, she fiddles with her communicator.

This is a phone, isn't it? Or something like it, she thinks. So even if she doesn't know how to. When it flickers on, she's got a long, metal, staff like rod in one hand, hanging, for the moment, casually at her side. Otherwise her brows knit in concern as she stares into the feed.]


This is on, right?

[She clears her throat.]

Headmaster? Zero...?

[Although she doesn't know if she should expect to hear them. If she's been captured somehow, then she doesn't expect them to be around. Which is-- a troubling thought, too. Even if she'll deny it to Zero, she can't help but to feel anxious when on her own. And now she's lost and can't remember anything, try as hard as she might. The grip on her weapon tightens lightly.]

Um... excuse me! Can anyone else see or hear this? Can anyone here understand Japanese? [ . . . This certainly isn't anywhere near to home, after all. M-Maybe she needs to try another language. Her English is abysmal though, and she doesn't know any other languages.]

H...elp.

[Er... 'Help' is the right word, isn't it? But she's not sure how to communicate anything past saying hello and her name. Or if anyone where speaks English to begin with. Instead she falls back on what she knows.]

I've been kidnapped and given a strange note. I need the authorities... or a...ranger? I don't know where I'm at, but it's no where near home. If anyone at all can please help, let me know.

[A pause, before her face darkens.]

And if this is only connected to the people responsible... you have a lot of explaining to do! Kidnapping high school girls is the worst! Believe me, you've made a BIG mistake!