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accidental video: (morning: day 69)
[It's obvious this is accidental video. The angle is sideways and shaky and the owner of said device isn't in view. Whoever it is, they're at the park and they're setting something up on a picnic table, one that's slightly a ways off from the others.
There's a brief view of Charlie, the girl clearly oblivious to the fact that it's recording, and then there is a view of a row of cans set up in a line. Some of them are dented, some look like they've been burned in spots.
Charlie moves away from the table, standing a couple yards away from the table. Her device shows part of the table, again at that awkward angle from before.
Nothing happens at first but then, there's a hissing sound and a bright flash of orange-yellow light. A small ball of fire (yes, fire) flies at the first can in a row, knocking it off the table. This happens over and over until all of the cans have been knocked away and then Charlie moves to set them up again.
It's when she bends to pick up the first can that Charlie notices the device is on. She sighs, rolling her eyes and her shoulders slump in mild defeat. She offers a half-smile, one that doesn't have a lick of amusement in it, before she turns the device off without saying a single word.]
[ooc: open to action, too! because charlie needs the stress in her life.]
There's a brief view of Charlie, the girl clearly oblivious to the fact that it's recording, and then there is a view of a row of cans set up in a line. Some of them are dented, some look like they've been burned in spots.
Charlie moves away from the table, standing a couple yards away from the table. Her device shows part of the table, again at that awkward angle from before.
Nothing happens at first but then, there's a hissing sound and a bright flash of orange-yellow light. A small ball of fire (yes, fire) flies at the first can in a row, knocking it off the table. This happens over and over until all of the cans have been knocked away and then Charlie moves to set them up again.
It's when she bends to pick up the first can that Charlie notices the device is on. She sighs, rolling her eyes and her shoulders slump in mild defeat. She offers a half-smile, one that doesn't have a lick of amusement in it, before she turns the device off without saying a single word.]
[ooc: open to action, too! because charlie needs the stress in her life.]