Heather Mason | Video | Number of saves: 1

[itsnotmybirthday]

[For a split second the video shows a very irate young woman before quickly turning away from her. It's hard to catch, but the camera briefly shows that the nightstand next to the bed is knocked over, with black scuff marks on it as if someone kicked it down in anger. The next few moments are shaky, and it sounds like she’s fumbling with the controls while grumbling about “I don’t want to make a video”, and “Why isn’t this thing working”, and finally what sounds like “Ugh, forget it, I don’t have the time for this!” The camera focuses on her again. By the time she’s done, she’s shouting loud enough that her voice is getting hoarse.]

It was over. It is over. I killed your stupid God. Claudia and Vincent are gone, too. So are all the monsters. I was done! I finished all this! What more do you people WANT from me?

[Suddenly she’s quiet, and her eyes wander aimlessly around the room. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and when her attention is turned back to the viewer she starts talking in a low, almost threatening voice. Or it would sound threatening if it wasn’t so obvious how tired and stressed-out she is.]

I don’t know who did this, or why or…or if whoever’s responsible can even see this. I don’t think I have it in me to care anymore. If you do see this, whoever or whatever you are…you won’t get away with this. I’m done playing your sick games.

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[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

[...someone has issues. That is his main thought. Like he doesn't. pfft.] Dunno where the hell you are or what the hell you were doing, but you're not anymore. The whoever is a chick that goes by 'the author', and whatever.... is apparently a teenaged girl writing a story. Don't ask, because I have no idea.

I am so sorry in advanced. Probably.

[notkinkypatch]

[For once in Badou's 'what has fucking become of my' life he isn't fiddling with his phone on the hunt for porn when he hears it; he's just chillaxing (kids still say that right) when he's roused by the enraged screaming that sounds from down the hall. So, the nosy dumba- professional sleuth that he is, he immediately leaves the smokey safety of his room and follows that trail!
To the closed door of a room a few shuffles away.
The Anger Management soundtrack continues within, his mouth quirks, then he knocks.]

Excuuuuuuuuuuse me Princess Chuckles, but your technique needs a bit of work. Screamin' at your boner ain't gonna be spanktabulous, if y'know what I mean. Socks are your friends if it's that hard....that's what she said.

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[bestamontillado]

[Awwww how cute, you think you're going to find the culprit.]

If you find them, do let me know; I've been looking for whoever's responsible and haven't been able to get at them at all.