video; un: Clyde

[darknstormy]

[ The video shook a little before finally landing on his face. Well, the profile of his face. Seth had turned it on without realizing then stepped away. He glanced back, catching something moving in his peripheral.

Shit.

[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]

If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...

[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]

I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.

[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]

So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.

Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.

[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]

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[darknstormy]

Yeah? Where's that?

[ It wasn't unusual to run into someone who wasn't into movies the way the Gecko brothers were. Margo and Leo had to suffer through a number of references. So he shifted to small talk, wanting to learn about the woman who befriended Richie. ]

[64th]

We call it Panem. It's nowhere that you'd ever be so unlucky as to end up. [ to put it mildly. ] If you live outside the Capitol, like I did, you don't get much exposure to anything besides government-run media. Our lives are fairly simple. My phone was still attached to the wall.

[darknstormy]

[ His head tilted to a side. She didn't sound like she had an accent that he picked up. Her words weren't giving to a specific era either. Seth showed the question on his features. ]

That somewhere overseas? [ A beat passed when he realized another important question to ask. ] What year was it before you got pulled here?

[64th]

[ Cashmere's accent is really only noticeable to someone from Panem. she's been told she otherwise sounds American.

she laughs at his question. overseas. sure. close enough. ] Yeah, something like that. The year is harder to explain. We don't have the same time system as you do. Seventy-five years after the Dark Days is the best I can tell you.

[darknstormy]

[ Life outside of the Capitol, phone attached to a wall, simpler days yet some place called Panem and seventy-five years after the Dark Days... He was lost. If she knew Richie then Cashmere had to know the Gecko brothers were from Earth. Seth opted to let the subject go. ]

Right.

[ Confusion left his features at starting another subject. ]

Soooo, Cash Money... [ He held a smirk. ] What kinda trouble can I get into here?