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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.]
PRIVATE;
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[There's so much more to this story, you can tell from the slow dread in his voice.]
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It was- [Here Chuck stops and drags a hand over his face, like saying the next few words physically pains him. Like even now, as livid as he is at Lucifer, he still can't bear the thought of his suffering.] -God. It was Lucifer asking Michael if he wanted to end it. You know, walk off the chessboard.
PRIVATE;
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Monster.
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[A beat.]
That was harsh.
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And Hiroshima was a ~little showy, right? And Lady Gaga is offbeat?
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[They weren't. On his clear-headed days, He knows that.]
I mean, at least you know what we're dealing with now.
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Kind of.
Fuck. I don't know.
[Translation: I don't care.]
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