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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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[Elaine offers. She likes to listen. He can vent all he want without holding back with her.]
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[He's abused His powers enough today. The breach of control terrifies Him.]
Can you take me somewhere? I gotta get out of here.
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[Elaine rules out the Lux because Lucifer -- her uncle -- is there. She guesses it's a bad idea to see him, even if he has no part in this.]
Where would you like to go?
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[Cliiiick.
And waiting he is, when she's ready.]
action!
She steps forward to give him a hug.]
I'm so sorry, Chuck.
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No, all He cares about is sinking into that hug- the first one today that means anything. She has a parent's embrace, the strength of a God, and He holds on just as tight and wonders at the safety of it- the protection of someone big, safe, and warm. He's never needed it before coming here.
His voice muffles into her shoulder.]
Thanks.
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She squeezes his forearm when he speaks and nods, pulling away slightly. She'll let him decide if he wants to end the hug.]
Do you want to sit down?
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[He'll let her lead him wherever.]
As much of a douche as I was when you first got here- it'd be rough on my own.
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You were upset -- Like you are now. I'll never hold that against you.
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That's pretty nice of you. [Staring out into space with a slightly odd expression.]
On TV, they always ask where the parents were. Where was the mother, why didn't the parents catch this, what kind of people raise a person like that.
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[Elaine says, walking to take a seat on a chair next to his.]
I didn't invite you here to ask questions.
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I know it's selfish.
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[That's how most people are wired.]
As long she shares your opinion, it should be fine.
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I don't even know that- she actually likes her world. You know, wants to go back.
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[Elaine suggests. He should talk to Fred if -- when -- she returns.]
You'll only feel worse.
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Someone has to.
Screw it, you're right. I need a drink right now or I'll die.
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[Elaine asks. She'll give him the drink he wants.]
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[She offers him a glass of Bourbon whisky.]
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[He takes it and... pretty much sinks into the chair. Not talking is nice. It's actually really nice. He's content to sit here like a vegetable and clink glasses if she has anything to drink, and do fuck-all for a while.]
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