7 (video)

[datglass]

[ This is one of the very rare times -- okay, the first time -- Evan appears uncowled on the network because he just hasn't put it back on after, er, indulging; skin is extremely pale and clammy, his eyes very red and dilated, his lips dry. Basically he looks all kinds of terrible. ]

Uh--

Erm...

[ His accent is even thicker than normal when he finally gets talking, though he speaks a little deliriously: ]

This's on, right? [ Ha. He holds the communicator closer, as if he'll be okay as long as he keeps talking to it. He's not even sure what he really wants to say, or ask for -- he's barely even sure what's going on, and asking for things isn't really something he does. He snaps is fingers. ] Awright, awright, no, I got it now. Oookay, say for a moment ye've mucked a thing up a wee bit oo'side o' -- ya cannae jus', y'know, right, ya need -- no, sorry, that's nae what I meant t' -- to... uh...

Bugger me sideways, how about just one complete sentence, then? Gaun yerself, for the love of God. [ Impatiently, abruptly frustrated: ] Never mind, why don't all ya cunts go fuck yourselves? Christ's sake. Waste of time, is what it all is!

[ He angrily shuts off the feed. And turns it back on about five minutes later, still aggressive: ]

What about bloody book recommendation or two?

( OOC: This of course is in reference to this. There's an open log here, forward-dated to tomorrow through Sunday. )

004 ϟ accidental video

[electromexican]

[The feed suddenly starts up and what's displayed is a crooked view of a heap of stuff upon stuff toppled over. From a little bit of a distance, Vic is walking through the junkyard, picking up some scrap metal.

Naw, that one won't do. He tosses it over his shoulder unceremoniously. When he does find one piece he likes, he throws it into a messenger bag.

Which is when he realizes his phone is gone.]

No mames...

[He spreads his fingers out. Instantly, sparks fly and metal starts to float and stick to his hand. His phone starts to float about too. Vic's gaze passes over the phone before he notices it again. He quickly snatches it up and gives the camera grin and a wave before ending the feed.]

#8 ● audio

[soulbondee]

Gone.

[for the first time, it's an audio-only post from Yuma. his voice is deeper, roughened and uneven from crying, and even his breathing is audible. all in all, he sounds like death warmed over.]

He's gone.

[quieter:] No matter what I do, he's always the one who...

Dammit!

[the audio quite suddenly SPIKES in volume with a SLAM, the fist wrapped around the communicator banging against a wall. SLAM, SLAM, two more times, and with another utterance of dammit, the audio cuts off.]