one. video. I am Jack's tenuous grip on reality.

[improvesmorale]

[The feed begins with whistling, wet with blood and spit. Uneven. Tone deaf. The notes fade in and out, blunted in gulps of blood.

The video function clicks on. The camera catches a glimpse of a bloody, gray shirt before it jerks away and focuses on a buzzing neon sign: #1 City Pub. The camera jerks away again to a half crumpled piece of paper on the concrete: Recycle for the City!]

This is why people name their dogs 'Dog.' Dearth of creativity.

[Whoever's holding the camera sounds like shit, voice raspy and crackling like an old radio. Somewhere in the background, there's a vague swish, like someone pealing a pear.]

Thought you'd at least be more original with the name. As original as you can be, anyway. Mayhem... something. I don't know.

[Another swish.]

Guess we're all heroes here, huh? And vampires, cannibals, whatever. In all honesty, I have no idea which part of my mind this shitfest crawled up from. Hallucinations within hallucinations. Men dreaming they're butterflies dreaming they're men. This is the next level.

But don't you worry.

[He rests the camera on the ground and turns it to face him. He's a young thirty something, unwashed, ungroomed, and with his leg sitting at an unnatural angle. His face is sallow and bruised, and a gaping, pussing wound runs along his jaw, haphazardly bandaged with a half dozen tissues. He shows off his right hand to the camera. Most of the back of his palm is skinned, slivers of an older scar peaking out from under the flood of red. Blood runs down his arm and drips onto the concrete below. In his other hand, trembling, he holds a swiss army knife.]

I'm keeping myself busy just fine. Without you.

[He resumes whistling, eyebrows raised with an almost nonchalance, and then begins to methodically slice off the flesh on his hand, unhesitating, unflinching. In time, a melody surfaces in his whistling, however uncoordinated: 'I've Got you Under my Skin.']

Comments

[video]

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

[Thomas is looking pale, gaunt yet still muscled, akin to a starved horse. There is, however, an impressed tone in his voice:]

Like your work.

[video]

[improvesmorale]

I put a lot of thought into it.

[video]

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

People wouldn't appreciate it. Damn shame.

[video]

[improvesmorale]

[ He doesn't look at the camera. Instead, he gives a long sniffle, hand to his jaw wound, and spits, somewhat clumsily.]

I'm sure someone will. [Beat.] The hand, right?

permavid

[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

[ Dryly: ] Got seven pounds yet?

permavid

[improvesmorale]

[He sucks in a laugh.]

Maybe I have a whole person.

[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

Then what's that? [ Gesturing more or less at that bloody hand. ] Spare change?

[voice]

[meowminx]

[ A low female voice, almost purring. ]

You're bleeding.

[voice]

[improvesmorale]

This is what I meant by my subconscious being uncreative.

[voice]

[meowminx]

I'm not part of your subconscious, sweetie.

[video]

[faithinhumans.livejournal.com]

I suppose everyone needs a hobby.

[video]

[improvesmorale]

After this, I'm thinking of robbing a Red Lobster and having myself a picnic lunch on the interstate. Maybe getting laid.

[video]

[faithinhumans.livejournal.com]

In that order?

[grenadeball.livejournal.com]

my favorite thing about that movie is that frat bros love the shit out of it without realizing just how much gay subtext it's loaded with

see also: every other movie frat bros love

[improvesmorale]

i wafsnt in a fratenity

[grenadeball.livejournal.com]

i didn't say you were

also, you're being delusional about being delusional, but everyone's already told you that and you're not very interested in believing it, so

hi

permavid & text. idek

[culver]

[She just looks. So worried. She doesn't even know who he is and she's worried. Her wings are pressed close to her back, trembling with anxiety.]

You should go to a doctor you cannot heal like Heine can please stop hurting yourself.

video;

[improvesmorale]

Jesus Christ. Now I'm seeing angels.

[culver]

I do not know if I am an angel. Bishop and Harry said they thought I was but I do not know. Please stop hurting yourself.

permavid

[boogaroos.livejournal.com]

...you going to need a bandaid after all that?

permavid

[improvesmorale]

A talking kangaroo.

[boogaroos.livejournal.com]

A bloke with a bloody hand. This game's too easy.

[He lights up a cig, raising an eyebrow] So, what's the point of carving yourself up, mate?

video;

[afros]

[What is this even...]

You're bleeding, honey.

video;

[improvesmorale]

Thanks for the head's up.

video;

[afros]

[fffffff]

You got someone coming to give you a bandaid or something?