Archie Kennedy (
simplestgift) wrote2011-01-05 06:46 pm
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One Bell: [Written/Accidental Video] No Gallows Can Touch Me
[Written in a shaky hand]
I don't know if anyone is really out there. I seem to be caught up in a tree. In my defence, the tree looks worse than I do. I think I am winning. However, it is very cold and windy up here, and I can't seem to make it down on my own. I've heard about safe falling, but the only guideline we have about falling in the navy is "don't do it." If anyone can see this, then, I need your help. In the meantime, I'll keep writing, if you don't mind. It's just about the only way to keep moving up here.
I am Lieutenant Kennedy aboard His Majesty's Ship the Renown. If you'll believe it, that used to mean something. You may call me Kennedy (with or without the "mister"), or, since I suppose it makes no difference here, just Archie. I've answered to both. While I am sure you are dying to hear the endlessly dull story of my life and death, my literary skills are limited by my half-frozen fingers and my ability to manipulate this infernal book. Maybe later.
I can only hope this place has a decent glass of whiskey somewhere. I have a headache. Probably a permanent one. Not to mention I'm aching in body parts I actually did not have before. I suppose I should be glad to be alive again. Maybe that will come later.
Damned wings. I've no idea what to do with mys
[Accidental video: a flying shot of, well, mostly a grey-and-white blur as the book falls from the tree. A man's fingertips, nearly blue with cold, pass just in front. There's a dismayed shout and the sound of tearing cloth as the journal thumps to the ground, lying open. Barely visible in one corner is a very cold new feather, barely hanging on to a tree branch far above the ground. His pants seem to be caught and tearing. For a moment, he freezes with his arms around the branch, breathing heavily. Seconds later, he chuckles as if he just got a joke. He can barely be heard when he speaks.]
Looks like I d-didn't escape a hanging after all, H-Horatio.
[After a few more wheezing, half-hysterical chuckles, he goes very quiet.
The rest of the shot is of a location just outside the west side of town, north of the river.]
I don't know if anyone is really out there. I seem to be caught up in a tree. In my defence, the tree looks worse than I do. I think I am winning. However, it is very cold and windy up here, and I can't seem to make it down on my own. I've heard about safe falling, but the only guideline we have about falling in the navy is "don't do it." If anyone can see this, then, I need your help. In the meantime, I'll keep writing, if you don't mind. It's just about the only way to keep moving up here.
I am Lieutenant Kennedy aboard His Majesty's Ship the Renown. If you'll believe it, that used to mean something. You may call me Kennedy (with or without the "mister"), or, since I suppose it makes no difference here, just Archie. I've answered to both. While I am sure you are dying to hear the endlessly dull story of my life and death, my literary skills are limited by my half-frozen fingers and my ability to manipulate this infernal book. Maybe later.
I can only hope this place has a decent glass of whiskey somewhere. I have a headache. Probably a permanent one. Not to mention I'm aching in body parts I actually did not have before. I suppose I should be glad to be alive again. Maybe that will come later.
Damned wings. I've no idea what to do with mys
[Accidental video: a flying shot of, well, mostly a grey-and-white blur as the book falls from the tree. A man's fingertips, nearly blue with cold, pass just in front. There's a dismayed shout and the sound of tearing cloth as the journal thumps to the ground, lying open. Barely visible in one corner is a very cold new feather, barely hanging on to a tree branch far above the ground. His pants seem to be caught and tearing. For a moment, he freezes with his arms around the branch, breathing heavily. Seconds later, he chuckles as if he just got a joke. He can barely be heard when he speaks.]
Looks like I d-didn't escape a hanging after all, H-Horatio.
[After a few more wheezing, half-hysterical chuckles, he goes very quiet.
The rest of the shot is of a location just outside the west side of town, north of the river.]

[Voice]
[Action]
[Action]
Mr. Kennedy?
[Action]
Yes? I certainly hope I'm the only man stuck in a tree at the moment.
[And he winces just a bit. Not the greatest time to be cheeky, Archie.]
[Action]
And once it's set in place and isn't likely to jumble around--]
There. You can come down now. [Says the guy with the "I am either mad, suspicious of you, or both" look on his face.]
Action]
[Action]
Once on the ground, he scoops up his journal and huddles into himself, shivering hard against the cold.]
Thank you both. Ah. Would you mind telling me where I could find some...[He looks a little embarrassed, in an unhappy way]...clothes?
[Action]
[Action]
[but before they move somewhere else] Are you hurt anywhere?
[Action]
My pride.
[Action]
[she smiles] We can lead you back to town; you'll be able to find proper clothing there. ....And my name is Estelle, by the way. This is Yuri.
[she looks pointedly over at Yuri. Take the hint and be polite. B|]
[Action]
Turning away and shrugging.]
Yeah, nice to meet you. Now, if we're done here, can we go? I doubt I'm the only one who wants to stand around any longer than necessary.
[Action]
No, you're not. Thank you, Miss Estelle. I owe you a debt of gratitude.
[He says this last with a slight glance at Yuri, and it may sound just a teeny bit like he's deliberately leaving him out of the thank-you. Which he is. Yes, he knows it's not an appropriate way to treat someone who went out of his way to help, but helping doesn't automatically make Yuri trustworthy, and his attitude is getting on Kennedy's already-frayed nerves.]
[Action]
[Action]
... Okay yeah, so he's being a bit of a jerk. ... Maybe more than just a bit. Not like he really cares all that much, but maybe he'll lighten up a bit. ... But only a bit.
So!]
It could, and it probably will. So let's start moving.
[And with that, he'll be walking over to the ladder, picking that up, and starting to walk off in the direction of the buildings.]
[Action]
[Action]
You're probably wondering what's happened to land you in a tree... [oh yeah and she's not one to just let a group walk in silence either.] There's no real easy way to explain, but I'm afraid you're no longer in your own world.
[Action]
Re: [Action]
Go on.