5th Blast || Mello || [Accidental video]

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[It's hard to tell whether the camera is at an angle or whether it's the room. The end table has been kicked over, which would explain how the camera was turned on (it must have hit the floor.) There is Mello storming around the room, looking for something to break in one hand in a crumpled letter written on plain white loose leaf. The only thing that an onlooker could read on it are two incomplete words in shaky messy print "für Miha" the rest of the second word is obscured by Mello's hand wrapped around it. He's muttering darkly to himself, cursing fluently under his breath. He hasn't noticed the camera.

Bubastis is pacing like a lion in a zoo, walking the same pattern back and forth with her fur frizzed up so she's twice her usual size. She's growling softly but constantly.]

3rd Horror || Heather Morris [Accidental Video]

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[The feed cuts in sideways, on the ground, back against a wall of shubbery. There is the image of Heather sitting on the ground, knees to her chest, with her head down and her arms over her head. In one fist she has a piece of paper crumpled tightly. She trembles and her shoulders heave.

She's sobbing.]

D-Dad...

[Elric the African wild dog sits beside her, whimpering and nudging her head with his snout.]

Video

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[It's a familiar scene by now -- a manor resident reading a piece of paper. Matt is no exception, he's just put it off longer than most. His goggles are pushed up into his messy hair, revealing the movement of his eyes from one word to the next. But they don't go from side to side like someone reading actual sentences. They drop from one word to the next...more like someone checking over a list.

Finally he snorts and removes his lighter from his vest pocket. The flame catches the bottom edge of the letter, slowly consuming it as Matt holds it between his fingers.]

Pick up your own fuckin' cigarettes.

Cup 002 [Accidental video]

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[Iroh is holding a parchment scroll and frowning at whatever's written on it.  The writing appears to be Mandarin Chinese, or something close to it.  When he speaks, his voice is quiet.]

I don't understand...he's been dead for years.

003 - Kitty Howard - Accidental Video

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*Kitty doesn't realize that when she set it down on her bedside table, the blackberry was turned on. She's lying on her bed with Lancelot, wearing a dressing gown, a piece of parchment clutched in her hands. She really looks quite white and very unnerved*

But...I....I don't understand Lancelot! Father's been gone for years and years, how could he have sent me a letter?

I don't know your Majesty, perhaps it's something the Author's done somehow

But father is dead....you don't think the Author can raise people from the DEAD do you *she goes even whiter, letting the letter drop onto the floor*

007 ♥ Emmett Honeycutt ♥ [ accidental video]

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(he shrugs, screws up a piece of paper and throws it against the wall)

Hope you get AIDS too, Daddy.

Day 4 :: Mystery letter //accidental video

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[The Blackberry is propped up against a picture of Isaac on Miria's bedside table. Not realising the video was still on, she just put it there to stop the screen from getting scratched. The feed clearly shows Miria, crosslegged on her bed, with a sheet of paper in her shaking hands. A second sheet lies next to her. Sweeney is next to the blackberry, unsure of what to say...]


Miria...? Who's that from...? 


[His voice is softer than usual. When she doesn't reply, but instead lets out a small sob, the chincilla gingerly makes his way to her side]



Miria? Come on, answer me...Is it Isaac?



[At the mention of her missing lover, Miria only seems to break down further, tearing up the letter in a sudden burst of anger and pulling her knee's up to her chin, burying her face in her dress and crying loudly and heavily]



It's alright, look, I'm sure whoever wrote it was just--



[He's cut off by her suddenly getting to her feet,grabbing up pieces of the torn paper and throwing them over him]



It's my father! It's him and he wrote it and I don't know how!
 

 [Sweeney is rather taken aback by the young woman's sudden outburst, but she's pretty hysterical at this point, sinking to the floor and sobbing even harder than before...]


Miria....