the ninth jack | video.
Everyone's either paranoid, insane, screwed up, or not even themselves.
[It's a mutter under his breath when the feed comes to life - it's pointed at his sneakers which step back and out of view. As the faciliberry lens moves and lifts, everyone can see the damage done to the room; the bed is flipped and up, drooping against the wall like a wilted flower. His desk and lamp have equal damage done - there are some indention in the side of the desk, and the lamp is broken in pieces. There are a few scratches on the closet door, and some smears on the wall, most likely blood.]
This week's affecting the psyche, as far as I've seen and experienced. [A 'tch' sound this time and he moves to the common room. The bandages from the week before last are new on his face, but the wounds are still barely healing.] It's fucked, as can be expected from this place.
[He's sitting on the couch now, and looking to the 'berry; his expression turns sour.]
I'm getting sick of this thing turning on without warning.
[And click it goes.]
[It's a mutter under his breath when the feed comes to life - it's pointed at his sneakers which step back and out of view. As the faciliberry lens moves and lifts, everyone can see the damage done to the room; the bed is flipped and up, drooping against the wall like a wilted flower. His desk and lamp have equal damage done - there are some indention in the side of the desk, and the lamp is broken in pieces. There are a few scratches on the closet door, and some smears on the wall, most likely blood.]
This week's affecting the psyche, as far as I've seen and experienced. [A 'tch' sound this time and he moves to the common room. The bandages from the week before last are new on his face, but the wounds are still barely healing.] It's fucked, as can be expected from this place.
[He's sitting on the couch now, and looking to the 'berry; his expression turns sour.]
I'm getting sick of this thing turning on without warning.
[And click it goes.]