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discedo2012-05-19 01:11 pm
shortestfuse) wrote in discedo2012-05-19 01:11 pm
[video]
This has gotta be some kind of… screwed up dream…
[ There's lightly panicked breathing, albeit calm for one who has just woken up in a strange world. Adrenaline is high, but there's no one around for him to blame, nothing around for him to throw.
A blond man in bartending regalia lights a cigarette, unconcerned with the fact that the communications device is making a small documentary: Inside the Pocket, the untold story. There's a grunt of disproval, he obviously realizes something's amiss after a quiet beep alerts him to the piece of technology hidden from view. ]
What the hell is-… a phone…?
[ He's obviously stressed, his voice clipped, strained as though he's trying to keep his wits about him. The feed shakes, the image blurs from a violent motion, a rough hand locked around the camera. A thumb moves and you finally see the man's face.
… He looks quite angry, a tick at his brow, a twitch at his jaw where his teeth are clenched around the filter of his abused cigarette. Like an animal backed into a corner. ]
Spyin' on me now? Tch. I don't get it -- whaddaya want me to do?
[ The image takes on a new angle; Shizuo holds the camera up, pointing it down towards his face at a rather artistic angle and he stares up into it with a squint over his sunglasses as though trying to decipher an unintelligible code. ]
Well… fuck this. Fuck you. Like I'll make it that easy!
[ Expression darkening, the cigarette he can be seen holding snaps between his fingers. The device loses focus immediately, white noise flickering briefly when the uneven ground catches it, managing to land with its camera pointed up at grey sky.
Just in time to record the heel of a dress shoe dropping down on the lens. ]
Problem solved!
[ There's lightly panicked breathing, albeit calm for one who has just woken up in a strange world. Adrenaline is high, but there's no one around for him to blame, nothing around for him to throw.
A blond man in bartending regalia lights a cigarette, unconcerned with the fact that the communications device is making a small documentary: Inside the Pocket, the untold story. There's a grunt of disproval, he obviously realizes something's amiss after a quiet beep alerts him to the piece of technology hidden from view. ]
What the hell is-… a phone…?
[ He's obviously stressed, his voice clipped, strained as though he's trying to keep his wits about him. The feed shakes, the image blurs from a violent motion, a rough hand locked around the camera. A thumb moves and you finally see the man's face.
… He looks quite angry, a tick at his brow, a twitch at his jaw where his teeth are clenched around the filter of his abused cigarette. Like an animal backed into a corner. ]
Spyin' on me now? Tch. I don't get it -- whaddaya want me to do?
[ The image takes on a new angle; Shizuo holds the camera up, pointing it down towards his face at a rather artistic angle and he stares up into it with a squint over his sunglasses as though trying to decipher an unintelligible code. ]
Well… fuck this. Fuck you. Like I'll make it that easy!
[ Expression darkening, the cigarette he can be seen holding snaps between his fingers. The device loses focus immediately, white noise flickering briefly when the uneven ground catches it, managing to land with its camera pointed up at grey sky.
Just in time to record the heel of a dress shoe dropping down on the lens. ]
Problem solved!
[2/2; voice]
But, his voice returns to the previous neutral tone rather quickly.]
Be that as it may, you are somebody to these scientists. You're one of their newest test subjects. I've never met any of 'em and they can't be contacted.
From time to time, the scientists like to perform experiments on us. I take it from your lack of response earlier that you either have powers you'd rather keep secret or you haven't got any. If it's the former, they've inserted some sort of chip into your body to lock your powers. Might want to have that removed, but be warned: it's risky.
Aside from the chip, from my experience, every now and then, the weather will go haywire, colours will shift, and it'll occasionally rain frogs. Basically, nothing here makes sense.
[voice]
I think I'd rather trust my eyes, but it seems pretty important. You been the most help so far; apparently not everyone's a complete idiot. [ It's his way of thanking you, it's probably all you'll get. ]
I figured I'd finally died and this was punishment somehow, guess that's half true. Haaah...
I do what I want. [ That biting tone seeps back into his voice, obviously someone sounds threatening. ] I don't know why the fuck they'd need me, 'less they find my curse interesting like Shinra does... I don't wanna be dissected and studied, who has the god damn right to force that?!
I don't gotta keep 'em secret, if I can get this... chip out, then you'll figure that out on your own. I'm fine with weird shit, I'm not having a hard time believing most of the stuff you been blabbering on about. Maybe I'm just gullible. [ He grumbles over the line. ]
Where's this chip at? If step one's gettin' it outta me, I'll dig it up right now.
[voice]
Normally, he would be bothered by not being given the right amount of respect, but something about that tone just amuses him more than it angers him.
He can't help seeing Vodka in the way he acts, demanding tone aside.]
Can't guarantee anything, but I don't think they're interested in dissecting us as much as studying how we react to changes in our surroundings and our senses... of course, I haven't been here as long as some of the others.
Shinra?
It's best not to believe anything that sounds unreasonable without proof, but the thing about this place is that it doesn't operate like the world I come from. For one thing, people who die around here make a habit of coming back to life...
Might want to make another post and ask for someone who knows how to get the chip out. Don't think you can find it just by looking, but maybe you'll have more luck with that. One of the side-effects that I've seen was regressing into a child, both physically and mentally.
Got a name. [It's a question, but it's delivered more like an order.]
[voice]
Sounds just like something he'd do, anyway. Shinra's my doctor. [ Friend. ] It's not important.
Really, showing up in another, shittier world is good enough proof as any for me, though I guess everyone could just be lyin' straight to my face. I don't like to think about things that hard, though. [ He sniffs, mildly humoured by the prospect of revival. ] Shouldn't have told me that, now I won't hold back. [ There's a bit of a joke to it... sarcasm, maybe, considering he's never been able to hold back anyway. ]
Yeah. Yeah I'll do that. I'm sure someone knows how. What about you, did you get yours out? I'm fine with side effects so long as they aren't permanent. Though I guess not much changed since I was little.
I'm Shizuo Heiwajima. Shizuo's fine - who're you?
[voice]
Hm.
Maybe not; what's in it for them, if they trick some newcomer about the simple facts of this place that he'll figure out eventually. It doesn't make sense.
You might not be holding back, but the chip will until it's out.
Haven't touched mine. There's nothing for it to restrict anyway... we don't have special powers where I come from. And I don't trust anyone here with it, either, so I don't think it's worth the risk for me. And yeah, the side-effects don't last long, but it's best that you keep yourself holed up somewhere, in case the side-effects are more serious. They're short-lasting, but kind of random.
Alright, it's been a pleasure, Heiwajima. It's Gin, like the drink.
[voice]
That's fine, I guess, but what if it's doing other shit to you, like screwing with your head or body later? Ahhh, I don't wanna even think about it. Stupidpieceofshittechnology... [ Trails off grumbling. ] ... I'll take that advice and find somewhere I can go. Ride out the effects there or something. Where though... we'll see where the string takes me.
Gin like the drink. [ That's something he knows a lot about; he sniffs a little, it sounded genuinely amused this time around. ] Gotcha. Nice meetin' you too, despite the situation.
[voice]
From where I see it, they're messing with my body with or without a chip. They're a lot more capable than that, so this chip's the least of my worries. ... maybe I'll have it taken out eventually.
Sounds like a plan.
Yeah, the circumstances could've been a lot better.
[voice]
Think I got someone trying to figure out where the fuck I am now. You've been helpful, thanks for that. Saves me findin' out the hard way.
It don't mean circumstances won't improve though. Probably see you around if we're all stuck here. Gin. I'll try to remember it... but don't expect much from me.
[voice]
Anytime.
Don't worry. It makes no difference to me. [He says it rather casually; it could possibly be taken as reassuring.] I'll look forward to it, then... Heiwajima.
[That's surprisingly nice, coming from Gin, especially considering how genuine it is. Perhaps he's been here too long or maybe it's just the nostalgic feeling he's having.]
[voice]