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[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

*for those who had seen him during childhood fears week, right now he looks far worse than he did then. One hand is clutching at his head, and it's almost as if to him it is too noisy, rather than too quiet. His eyes are too wide, and it's clear that whatever this place is doing to him, it's gotten way deep beneath his skin. There's a flicker of static as he tries to stop shaking long enough to speak into the camera. The room around him is almost too dark to see, but there's a certain red tinge about it*

Is anyone out there? Erik? Where have you g- *his voice cuts out into more static* -an't find anyone. There's something out there. I can't- *the picture fades as well this time, breaking into a layer of snow over the picture, though one can still barely make Charles out through the static*

*it's difficult to make out words, but as he tries to get his message through, to contact anyone, one can tell he's getting more and more frantic as the static gradually worsens.

Then there is a sharp clatter and some feedback, and in the breaks between the static you can hear a high desperate pleading, and can almost make out the tilted room from the angle where the blackberry fell. There is a dark, hulking figure towering over Charles onto the floor.

The video cuts out once more into a solid block of snow, and for those who keep watching it will slowly fade back into a clear picture, the room now somewhat brighter and normal looking. There is a window letting in a little bit of light.

The room itself is trashed. It's clear there was some sort of struggle while the feed was out, and twisted over a broken table nearly out of view is an unmoving body, blood steadily dripping from pale fingers.

The video remains in that view until some time later, after the blood has stopped dripping, the blackberry dies*


((This was typed under the assumption that at some point in the last few hours before this the town violently vomited Charles into the Otherside to separate him from Erik, where the beast that had been stalking him finally decided to take care of him.

If anyone were to come across him in the next few minutes, they may find him still alive, as he'd been left to suffer as he bled to death, but he will not be answering his blackberry. Of course, reaction comments are always welcome. XD *evil*))

[Video] [Backdated to Wednesday afternoon]

[motherofsilence.livejournal.com]

[The beginning of the proverbial broadcast from Hell is a burst of white-noise loud and shrill enough that it's almost hard to tell if it's just static or something else; some sort of lower sound can be heard thrumming through it - almost like some sort of chanting. That cuts out quickly enough, and for a second it seems quiet, almost as if the feed ended … more because the audio is silent and the video is black. Then there's flickers of movement - almost as if something deep red is shifting across the camera's view - before there's a dim view of a room; it's a little hard to tell what it's supposed to be - at first glance it might be some kind of hospital ICU, but some of the instruments and tools around are … ominous, more surgical, there's blood splattered over the walls, and a hand connected to a limp body that's mostly off-camera…then completely off-camera after being drug away.]

[There's another static flicker, with a couple quick frame-flickers - licks of flame going up a wall, some kind of operating room with the whine of tools, the room crumbling away into a shifting darkness with shapes not quite in focus, rusted machinery and something moving through the parts, then more white noise that suddenly snaps into focus on a room - could be a room in just about any older house; the walls are covered in black scribbles - a few odd and ominous symbols, a few illegible somethings, but mostly drawings of eyes everywhere…]

[And then, starting with just one or two small ones and spreading, the eyes blink, and the ink from the doodles starts spreading as the eyes are more real than drawings, red, with kanji numeral-marks instead of pupils - and most of them seem to be watching the "camera", while a few dart around the darkening room in the feed.]

[There's another white-noise screech breaking the silence, and a seeming frame-flicker, a brief image of a young girl in ash-stained and scorched blue with ratty, singed hair hanging over blackened and indistinct scars, and then a spark starts in one corner of the room, flames spreading across the wall; the entire room is quickly an inferno, something blackish-red leaking from near the top of the walls to drip down through the flames.]

[The flames get drowned out in static, and then…there's a flicker in the static of a female figure, long black hair, in luminescent white, wreathed in flames, before the feed cuts out entirely.]

((OOC: if anyone's checking, this mess was actually broadcast from Mukuro's Blackberry; there won't be any replies from Mukuro or Alessa, but it's an open network post with replies visible, so if anyone wants to thread off this, feel free.))