sirenspull | accidental video -> text; backdated to wednesday night

[The NV is spinning in the air, the image incredibly confused before the thing hitting the edge of a couch and landing at an odd angle. The video shows legs- feet, a pair of sock-clad feet vanishing into jeans and another pair with shoes on, gathered around what looks like a coffee table, though the table itself is out of the frame.

After a moment something drops into the frame from above: a slender, lifeless hand, obviously dangling off the table above, with blood running down the smooth skin. There's a sob off-screen and someone pulls it away again.

The sound is muffled and terrible quality, but some things can be heard.]

Stop it goddamn it just stop- haven't you done enough? STOP IT.

[Chuck's voice, sounding panicked and desperate. Someone kicks the NV and the sound muffles- a riot of noise, of yelling, and the picture starts flashing, distorting, static and terrible noisy feedback- and then yelling that crescendos into a scream. It's garbled but the NV picks up just a little-]

-THE FUCK OUT NOW-

[Before it distorts again and goes dead.]

[Text post, about 30 minutes later.]

Sorry about that. It's fine. It's taken care of. Okay, that's a lie. Not that it's anyone's business. Someone from Purgatory cover my shift tomorrow. And the next day.

[ OOC: This is open to action to anyone at the HoA. Chuck's in one of the common areas, sitting like a trauma patient on a couch next to a bloody coffee table. Fred is dead, was killed by Angelus, but her body's already vanished by the time of the text post.

The static and feedback was Chuck's grip on His powers kind of slipping a lot and Him accidentally making lights explode.]

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... Chuck? What happened?

[He answers in video automatically, but doesn't seem to realize it's video instead of voice. He's staring off into space, and has obviously been crying but tried to cover it up.]

Someone I love is. She's.

[He presses a hand to his face, clearly trying to keep his shit together despite having so spectacularly lost it before, and when he pulls it away there's a streak of blood on his cheek.]

[ She's silent a moment, wincing at the look on Chuck's face. Aw, no. ]

Something... happened to her? Oh Chuck, I'm so sorry...

[ She's not sure what to say - it's ... whoah, wait, what's that - she's not quite able to keep a bit of alarm out of her voice at the sight of blood, even a streak of it, on his cheek. ]

Chuck -- your cheek...!

It's just- what?

[His cheek, what? He rubs at it (leaving an even bigger red streak) and looks at his- his blood-covered hands. Breathing in unsteadily, hands shaking. The blood's almost dried.]

Oh. Yeah. I should... something.

I should say so. You aren't alone are you?

[ God she hopes not - it's hard losing someone you care about and being alone at the same time. Ella's gone through similar, herself. It was the one time she was grateful for Hattie's 'Stop Moping around' commands. ]

No, no. There are lots of people here.

[He swallows thickly, brushing his hair from his eyes and giving her a quiet glance.]

Thanks.

[ She exhales in relief. Thank. Goodness. ]

Good.

Wha - oh... Oh Chuck you don't have to thank me for anything. We're friends, aren't we? And listen, I'll cover for you at work if you haven't got anyone to already. As long as you need.

If you need anything, just ... let me know, okay?

accidental video -> text; backdated to wednesday night

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