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mallowhallow2013-05-13 10:51 pm
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THREE | :o) ACCIDENTAL VIDEO
[The screen is black, and then suddenly there is light as Kurloz’s hand recedes away from the phone, not realizing that when he put it down he had activated the video function.]
[As he walks away you notice the room around him. For the most part it was dark other than two dim lamp shades above what looked like a voodoo altar on top of an old dresser. The dresser had chipped black paint and underneath it was paint that looked like barely dried human blood. On top of the dresser was an altar complete with candles, voodoo dolls, and a large goat skull surrounded by little offerings including gold, small animal bones, beads, and a bicycle horn. The walls had a base coat of black with a series of colors dripping down from the ceiling. For humans it was odd but innocent. For trolls it was the equivalent of blood, as if a massacre had been performed up there. He had all the colors of the rainbow and more, although red was more prominent within the array.]
[The troll walks up to one of the windows, covered by long, dark indigo curtains and opened them up, allowing the moonlight to spill in. With the light you notice that rather than wearing his usual skeleton suit he’s wearing blue jeans and a black button up shirt. Those that knew him would find this rather peculiar, but it all made sense as he came up in front of an old Victorian style full length mirror and undid the shirt. He took it off and tossed it to the side, showing off a very detailed tattoo. It was a tattoo of the skeleton structure of a sea goat, the top half taking up a large portion of his lower back and the tail wrapping up around his side before ending just around his right shoulder, as if the beast was swimming around the troll.]
[The skin around the tattoo was still raw, but rather than showing a red hue it was indigo, betraying his blood color to the world. But all in all the mime seemed happy with it, turning and checking out the back. Porrim really hadn't gone easy on this first timer, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.]
[As he walks away you notice the room around him. For the most part it was dark other than two dim lamp shades above what looked like a voodoo altar on top of an old dresser. The dresser had chipped black paint and underneath it was paint that looked like barely dried human blood. On top of the dresser was an altar complete with candles, voodoo dolls, and a large goat skull surrounded by little offerings including gold, small animal bones, beads, and a bicycle horn. The walls had a base coat of black with a series of colors dripping down from the ceiling. For humans it was odd but innocent. For trolls it was the equivalent of blood, as if a massacre had been performed up there. He had all the colors of the rainbow and more, although red was more prominent within the array.]
[The troll walks up to one of the windows, covered by long, dark indigo curtains and opened them up, allowing the moonlight to spill in. With the light you notice that rather than wearing his usual skeleton suit he’s wearing blue jeans and a black button up shirt. Those that knew him would find this rather peculiar, but it all made sense as he came up in front of an old Victorian style full length mirror and undid the shirt. He took it off and tossed it to the side, showing off a very detailed tattoo. It was a tattoo of the skeleton structure of a sea goat, the top half taking up a large portion of his lower back and the tail wrapping up around his side before ending just around his right shoulder, as if the beast was swimming around the troll.]
[The skin around the tattoo was still raw, but rather than showing a red hue it was indigo, betraying his blood color to the world. But all in all the mime seemed happy with it, turning and checking out the back. Porrim really hadn't gone easy on this first timer, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.]