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maskormenace2016-07-16 09:12 pm
aojona) wrote in maskormenace2016-07-16 09:12 pm
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[ Right, so: here's Pablo, one of this month's new faces, looking an awful lot like A) he just woke up, and B) he just woke up from sleeping in paint. Guess what he did! In fact, it was a paint tray that he slept on -- empty but unwashed -- leaving one side of his face covered in (now dried) yellow paint, which is also in his hair, along with pieces of what looks like confetti and glitter.
He takes his glasses off, looking at the completely paint-obscured left lens. ]
Huh.
[ There was a reason he turned this on, but he has to remember it first... Pablo looks down at his glasses again, off of which he's begun to idly chip paint, then back to the screen. ]
Uh, sorry. I don't want to waste anyone's time or anything. I just had a quick thing I was going to say -- I guess instead I fell asleep and forgot to do it, um, but... anyway.
[ He moves, sitting up (or possibly standing) and holding up the camera so that some furniture is visible behind him: a dresser and bookcase, the kind that usually come with the housing, although his have been painted. The bookcase is gradiented by hand in brushstroky blues and blacks, with thin lines of yellow stars cascading downward like diagonal beaded curtains, whereas the dresser is bright yellow and decorated with cartoony green, magenta, and lavender clouds. There's bits of confetti and glitter dried in with the paint here as well, although not necessarily to bad effect (depending on your opinion of such things, of course). ]
I'm getting rid of this dresser and bookcase, so if anyone wants one, you're welcome to it... uh, obviously for free. I went ahead and painted them since I can't really like, deliver them myself... and I figured that might be a hassle for people. But -- um, well... you know. [ Gesturing vaguely... ] If you want me to repaint either of them with something else, I can do that too. I just want them to go to someone who needs them more than I do, that's all. Well, or wants them more than I do. Either way.
[ Then, after another pause (during which he brushes some glitter from his hair and crunches some paint from his bangs): ]
Oh. Right. Uh, I'm Pablo, by the way. [ He hesitates, then gives the screen a little finger-waggly wave. ] Okay. Sorry -- that's all. Bye.
He takes his glasses off, looking at the completely paint-obscured left lens. ]
Huh.
[ There was a reason he turned this on, but he has to remember it first... Pablo looks down at his glasses again, off of which he's begun to idly chip paint, then back to the screen. ]
Uh, sorry. I don't want to waste anyone's time or anything. I just had a quick thing I was going to say -- I guess instead I fell asleep and forgot to do it, um, but... anyway.
[ He moves, sitting up (or possibly standing) and holding up the camera so that some furniture is visible behind him: a dresser and bookcase, the kind that usually come with the housing, although his have been painted. The bookcase is gradiented by hand in brushstroky blues and blacks, with thin lines of yellow stars cascading downward like diagonal beaded curtains, whereas the dresser is bright yellow and decorated with cartoony green, magenta, and lavender clouds. There's bits of confetti and glitter dried in with the paint here as well, although not necessarily to bad effect (depending on your opinion of such things, of course). ]
I'm getting rid of this dresser and bookcase, so if anyone wants one, you're welcome to it... uh, obviously for free. I went ahead and painted them since I can't really like, deliver them myself... and I figured that might be a hassle for people. But -- um, well... you know. [ Gesturing vaguely... ] If you want me to repaint either of them with something else, I can do that too. I just want them to go to someone who needs them more than I do, that's all. Well, or wants them more than I do. Either way.
[ Then, after another pause (during which he brushes some glitter from his hair and crunches some paint from his bangs): ]
Oh. Right. Uh, I'm Pablo, by the way. [ He hesitates, then gives the screen a little finger-waggly wave. ] Okay. Sorry -- that's all. Bye.
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