+ 035 + Accidental Video
[The communicator turns on, Haine's room can be seen at an angle; childish drawings done in crayon on one of of the walls while the rest had dried blood from several months ago stained on its surface.
The albino is soon spotted, a bewildered expression on his face and a tense stance. He appears to be caught in some kind of nightmare, but his crimson eyes are open.]
...No... Not again...
[He glances around at the floor, surveying before quickly stepping over to an invisible body, kneeling down and turning it over. There's a hitch in his breathing before he glances down to his hands and stares.]
...I can never be happy... with you here, can I?!
[His head jerks to the side, as if he heard something. Haine gets to his feet and his fists tighten, snarling.]
Let go of her!
[The moment he blinked, surprise and horror took his expression. His hands moving on their own, reaching up and wrapping around a 'head'. He had done this once in reality and thousands of times inside his dreams. The troubled albino was trying to pull away but his feet stood still, as his fingers and palm applied pressure until the 'skull' 'snapped'. Soon after, his legs give away, Haine crumbles to the floor with a thump and is laying on his back.
The feed ends.]
((ooc: Haine will probably not respond to any comments, although comment logs will not be minded.))
The albino is soon spotted, a bewildered expression on his face and a tense stance. He appears to be caught in some kind of nightmare, but his crimson eyes are open.]
...No... Not again...
[He glances around at the floor, surveying before quickly stepping over to an invisible body, kneeling down and turning it over. There's a hitch in his breathing before he glances down to his hands and stares.]
...I can never be happy... with you here, can I?!
[His head jerks to the side, as if he heard something. Haine gets to his feet and his fists tighten, snarling.]
Let go of her!
[The moment he blinked, surprise and horror took his expression. His hands moving on their own, reaching up and wrapping around a 'head'. He had done this once in reality and thousands of times inside his dreams. The troubled albino was trying to pull away but his feet stood still, as his fingers and palm applied pressure until the 'skull' 'snapped'. Soon after, his legs give away, Haine crumbles to the floor with a thump and is laying on his back.
The feed ends.]
((ooc: Haine will probably not respond to any comments, although comment logs will not be minded.))