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[38th consult; video]
May. 11th, 2010 07:51 pm[The video is a blur of motion, catching glimpses of the sides of a few buildings on a street some citizens might recognize as being not far from the hospital. The accompanying audio catches a cacophony of mad bleats, all but masking the startled shout of the device's owner. As the device lands, all other sound is dulled in comparison to the resonating clattering it makes as it skitters across the pavement.
When the device comes to rest, it's a few feet away, slightly out of focus but pointed at a flock of sheep who have successfully tackled their victim to the ground. Even though he's obscured by the animals, a few glimpses caught as he struggles might help confirm the identity of one James Wilson for those most likely to recognize him. He's not going down easily - he's flailing to get away, trying to take a few swings at them and shove them off of himself as he does so - but there are too many of them and he's clearly losing the battle.
One particularly large sheep goes in for his throat, effectively ending the struggle as Wilson screams, audible though somewhat muffled by the sheer amount of wool closing in over him. As he loses the ability to fight back, a few more sheep close in on him - they come from all sides, hooves passing by the device as they close in. One kicks the device and sends it scuffling across the pavement again, until it collides with a wall and the feed goes dead.]
[ooc: Don't mind him if he doesn't reply to Network communication. Open to action, though consider yourselves warned: he's not dead just yet. Onset will be rapid, allowing a few hours for attacks before his injuries catch up with him and he drops. Slightly forward dated to allow for this number of sheep.]
When the device comes to rest, it's a few feet away, slightly out of focus but pointed at a flock of sheep who have successfully tackled their victim to the ground. Even though he's obscured by the animals, a few glimpses caught as he struggles might help confirm the identity of one James Wilson for those most likely to recognize him. He's not going down easily - he's flailing to get away, trying to take a few swings at them and shove them off of himself as he does so - but there are too many of them and he's clearly losing the battle.
One particularly large sheep goes in for his throat, effectively ending the struggle as Wilson screams, audible though somewhat muffled by the sheer amount of wool closing in over him. As he loses the ability to fight back, a few more sheep close in on him - they come from all sides, hooves passing by the device as they close in. One kicks the device and sends it scuffling across the pavement again, until it collides with a wall and the feed goes dead.]
[ooc: Don't mind him if he doesn't reply to Network communication. Open to action, though consider yourselves warned: he's not dead just yet. Onset will be rapid, allowing a few hours for attacks before his injuries catch up with him and he drops. Slightly forward dated to allow for this number of sheep.]
