First Person: The human world is boring and dirty enough. What’s a girl to do in a place like this? [Grell took off a glove with his teeth and checked his perfectly manicured red nails. The communicator jiggles a bit as he does, then he stares back into the camera, addressing the network.] William? William! I KNOW you’re watching this! It ISN’T FUNNY! I wasn’t that bad. Let me come home! You know, I can do all kinds of things to make it up to you. [He gives a sly, sideways look into the camera, that’s clearly intended to be seductive. It’s not, it’s just creepy. Then, he shifts.] WILLIAM! THIS IS AGAINST HR! I KNOW IT IS! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE! NOW COME AND GET ME THIS INSTANT! Third Person: A train. Was there a train? Grell couldn’t remember. He thought there was a train, but he couldn’t be sure. He sat up on his elbows, then rose to his feet, pushing his flowing red hair away from his face. He surveyed the scene, only seeing fields… and the city. It was abandoned, or looked that way. He’s seen such things, after he and the boys cleaned up after a battle or a plague. Grell chewed on his lower lip, jagged teeth leaving some blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. “My punishments usually involve extra paperwork.” Grell said aloud. He put his hand on his hip, and began to scout his new surroundings.
[CANON] Grell Sutcliff || Kuroshitsuji || reserve || 2 of 2]
The human world is boring and dirty enough. What’s a girl to do in a place like this?
[Grell took off a glove with his teeth and checked his perfectly manicured red nails. The communicator jiggles a bit as he does, then he stares back into the camera, addressing the network.]
William? William! I KNOW you’re watching this! It ISN’T FUNNY! I wasn’t that bad. Let me come home! You know, I can do all kinds of things to make it up to you.
[He gives a sly, sideways look into the camera, that’s clearly intended to be seductive. It’s not, it’s just creepy. Then, he shifts.]
WILLIAM! THIS IS AGAINST HR! I KNOW IT IS! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE! NOW COME AND GET ME THIS INSTANT!
Third Person: A train. Was there a train? Grell couldn’t remember. He thought there was a train, but he couldn’t be sure. He sat up on his elbows, then rose to his feet, pushing his flowing red hair away from his face. He surveyed the scene, only seeing fields… and the city. It was abandoned, or looked that way. He’s seen such things, after he and the boys cleaned up after a battle or a plague.
Grell chewed on his lower lip, jagged teeth leaving some blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
“My punishments usually involve extra paperwork.” Grell said aloud. He put his hand on his hip, and began to scout his new surroundings.