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sirenspull2012-03-01 08:48 pm
paterelohim) wrote in sirenspull2012-03-01 08:48 pm
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.]
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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[He doesn't react to the hand except to move under it a little, like he wants to lean in but can't.]
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She saved me once. [He said quietly, finally thinking of something to say] When I was stuck in the Darkness. She had an axe and she saved me from some monsters.
She's... [Nope. If he keeps talking he'll end up in tears and Chuck so doesn't need that.]
Is there something I can do for you?
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Coffee would be cool.
[That's when he actually moves of his own accord, pulling the blanket around himself a little and getting to his feet.]
She kicked more ass than she gave herself credit for.
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Can I help with the coffee?
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[Let's just... drift into the kitchen. Groovy. As they go they walk past a few lights- some of them burnt out suddenly, some of them actually exploded. There's some glass on the rug.]
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[Who has two thumbs and isn't paying attention?]
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[Hnn. His only real blow-out of control in centuries.]
Lucifer was here. It was ugly.
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