Video | un; thief

[burnyoudown]

[The video opens to a boy no older than eighteen, sitting on the floor in a living room that has no furniture in sight, wearing white-rimmed sunglasses (yes, indoors...) and nursing a bloody nose. Despite that, he grins.]

What the fuck is up, fuckers?

[He's...amiable, actually. Sounds like he's in a good mood.]

Hope you're not squeamish at the sight of blood. [His nose isn't bleeding that badly, anyway, and he dabs at it now and then with a tissue.] Some dickhead tried to mug me in town, but it's all good.

So what's the deal here? Gimme whatever information you've got on this place.

[It's not every day he wakes up on a train in the middle of who-knows-where after all.]

Also, tell me you guys know how to have fun here because looking at the buildings... yikes.

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[usedtohavenothing]

First thing first, champ, you're going to want to put some ice on that.

( he's colorful, she'll give him that. )

Not much to say. At least not from me. I'm sure someone with more time here will chime in. But as far as I know people get pulled here from different dimensions, worlds, what have you. And you happen to be one of those now.

[burnyoudown]

Yeah? You think it's broken?

[Honestly, he didn't even give a shit if his nose was or wasn't broken; it wouldn't be the first time. Still, he pushed himself up and made his way to the kitchen as he listened, opening drawers and...they were all empty.]

Shit. I've got nothing to put ice in.

[Focusing on the screen again, he tilted his head.]

So different dimensions and shit are real?

[usedtohavenothing]

Can't say from here. If nothing else the ice will help reduce the blood flow.

( trust her, kid. she knows. )

You got a shirt? A sock? Use an article of clothing so it's not directly against your skin. Otherwise it'll burn.

Seems like it. And time travel. Apparently we've got some folks from hundreds of years ahead. Depending where on the timeline, or a timeline, you come from.

[burnyoudown]

Yeah, I could use my shirt.

[He wasn't shy about putting his phone down on the counter and then just stripping out of his shirt, either. That done, he wrapped a generous amount of ice in his shirt and gingerly held it to his nose, picking up his phone again. Now that he was shirtless he was ridiculously skinny.]

You know, if I wasn't standing here right now, that would sound pretty crazy. I wonder what the future's like. Everyone's part of some kind of timeline, right?