127 - Temari
[The screen is split into two views: Temari on the left, Shikamaru on the right.
The camera on Temari's side comes on, seemingly stuck to the ceiling. Below it is Temari, sitting at a table with her hand resting inside of a box. The top of the box is clear, and inside the ninja's hand is burning, her skin cracking and peeling away. She's gasping in pain, eyes squeezed shut and breathing in frantic, short breaths. She is not restrained in any way, she's free to leave, but she's not moving. Her arm is shaking, her self preservation instincts trying to force her to take her hand out of the box that's causing her so much pain.
Temari reaches down to the kunai kept strapped to her thigh. She slams it through her forearm and buries the point in the table, trapping her arm with her hand in the box.]
Forget it. You can't win that easy. I'll stay here as long as I need to.
[Just visible on the wall is a video screen showing Shikamaru.]
[The camera on Shikamaru's side is mounted on the wall in front of him. He's sitting at a similar table, focused intently on large, complex puzzle box. He turns it over and around in his hands, shifting panels here and there in a pattern that's difficult to follow even for him if the sweat on his brow is any indication. At the edge of the table, barely visible to the camera, is a video screen showing Temari, as well as a digital timer. It's counting down.
03:01, 03:00, 02:59...
Shikamaru's hands are bright red and irritated, bleeding in some places, and the edges of his sleeves are damaged. The cause is soon revealed as a sharp gasp from Temari's end draws Shikamaru's attention from his task. A rogue panel shifts beneath his fingers and he drops the box, snatching his hands back as a sudden spray of what must be acid coats them. He hisses quietly, but wastes only a few seconds before he grabs the puzzle back up again, picking up where he left off and giving the box his full attention once more.]
The camera on Temari's side comes on, seemingly stuck to the ceiling. Below it is Temari, sitting at a table with her hand resting inside of a box. The top of the box is clear, and inside the ninja's hand is burning, her skin cracking and peeling away. She's gasping in pain, eyes squeezed shut and breathing in frantic, short breaths. She is not restrained in any way, she's free to leave, but she's not moving. Her arm is shaking, her self preservation instincts trying to force her to take her hand out of the box that's causing her so much pain.
Temari reaches down to the kunai kept strapped to her thigh. She slams it through her forearm and buries the point in the table, trapping her arm with her hand in the box.]
Forget it. You can't win that easy. I'll stay here as long as I need to.
[Just visible on the wall is a video screen showing Shikamaru.]
[The camera on Shikamaru's side is mounted on the wall in front of him. He's sitting at a similar table, focused intently on large, complex puzzle box. He turns it over and around in his hands, shifting panels here and there in a pattern that's difficult to follow even for him if the sweat on his brow is any indication. At the edge of the table, barely visible to the camera, is a video screen showing Temari, as well as a digital timer. It's counting down.
03:01, 03:00, 02:59...
Shikamaru's hands are bright red and irritated, bleeding in some places, and the edges of his sleeves are damaged. The cause is soon revealed as a sharp gasp from Temari's end draws Shikamaru's attention from his task. A rogue panel shifts beneath his fingers and he drops the box, snatching his hands back as a sudden spray of what must be acid coats them. He hisses quietly, but wastes only a few seconds before he grabs the puzzle back up again, picking up where he left off and giving the box his full attention once more.]