So uh.. hi? I guess this is one of those introductory type things. There's gotta be someone here who knows more about what's going on than I do. My name's Jongdae and I just- oh! Holy shit!
[Ever see one of those found footage movies? Or basically the entire concept of shaky cam? Yeah. That's what this is like. The wobbly image through someone else's eyes as they hurry down a street, seemingly towards a horse. Now the horse takes up most of the view. What an amazing shot of fuzzy horse nose.]
Is this thing still on? Horses, you guys!
[Everyone is treated to a stream of unfiltered thought. Ohmygodtheyhaveponiesit'ssobigactuallyIcan'tbelieveitdotheygetthisbigjusteatinggrassthisisamazingIwanttorideitIlovethishorseandIwoulddieforhim.
This could go on forever at this rate. They let him pet the pony.]
[D-2]
[It's cold and honestly the hoodie Jongdae showed up here in doesn't do much to keep the cold out after awhile. He's really feeling it by now and after seeing a sign advertising the absolute best hot chocolate in town how could he pass that up? He's really jazzed about that. A universal concept: hot chocolate. Who would've thought?]
How about a venti? No? Okay. A big mug and you have whipped cream here.. right?
[Mug in hand he's so excited! Has anyone ever been this excited about hot chocolate? He's not even sat down yet when he takes a sip, looking content for about two seconds before letting out a sound like he's been utterly devastated.]
It started out fine, but this aftertaste..
[E-1]
[Not entirely sure what all of this was about, Jongdae decided just to roll with it and try out whatever was going on. Maybe that would endear him to the locals or.. something. In any case, free candle!
He lit it and held it with an appropriately sober expression. This was about remembrance and mourning, after all, and he didn't have to dig too deep to conjure up some appropriate feeling for it.
What he doesn't expect is the overwhelming smell of ammonia. Then it seemed to have.. flavour notes, almost. It was a bit more like formaldehyde now. Ugh.]
This has to be a joke. Someone is really fucking with me..
[The poor grass around his feet is starting to look a little unhealthy. Was it really that shade of weirdly grey a moment ago? In addition to the wilting plant life, the colours in the patch of earth immediately surrounding him seems to be... de-saturating? Maybe that's not unexpected though, seeing as he looks absolutely revolted.]
Lee Jongdae | Original Character
So uh.. hi? I guess this is one of those introductory type things. There's gotta be someone here who knows more about what's going on than I do. My name's Jongdae and I just- oh! Holy shit!
[Ever see one of those found footage movies? Or basically the entire concept of shaky cam? Yeah. That's what this is like. The wobbly image through someone else's eyes as they hurry down a street, seemingly towards a horse. Now the horse takes up most of the view. What an amazing shot of fuzzy horse nose.]
Is this thing still on? Horses, you guys!
[Everyone is treated to a stream of unfiltered thought. Ohmygodtheyhaveponiesit'ssobigactuallyIcan'tbelieveitdotheygetthisbigjusteatinggrassthisisamazingIwanttorideitIlovethishorseandIwoulddieforhim.
This could go on forever at this rate. They let him pet the pony.]
[D-2]
[It's cold and honestly the hoodie Jongdae showed up here in doesn't do much to keep the cold out after awhile. He's really feeling it by now and after seeing a sign advertising the absolute best hot chocolate in town how could he pass that up? He's really jazzed about that. A universal concept: hot chocolate. Who would've thought?]
How about a venti? No? Okay. A big mug and you have whipped cream here.. right?
[Mug in hand he's so excited! Has anyone ever been this excited about hot chocolate? He's not even sat down yet when he takes a sip, looking content for about two seconds before letting out a sound like he's been utterly devastated.]
It started out fine, but this aftertaste..
[E-1]
[Not entirely sure what all of this was about, Jongdae decided just to roll with it and try out whatever was going on. Maybe that would endear him to the locals or.. something. In any case, free candle!
He lit it and held it with an appropriately sober expression. This was about remembrance and mourning, after all, and he didn't have to dig too deep to conjure up some appropriate feeling for it.
What he doesn't expect is the overwhelming smell of ammonia. Then it seemed to have.. flavour notes, almost. It was a bit more like formaldehyde now. Ugh.]
This has to be a joke. Someone is really fucking with me..
[The poor grass around his feet is starting to look a little unhealthy. Was it really that shade of weirdly grey a moment ago? In addition to the wilting plant life, the colours in the patch of earth immediately surrounding him seems to be... de-saturating? Maybe that's not unexpected though, seeing as he looks absolutely revolted.]