➲ COLIN WILKES AND STEPHANIE BROWN 003 | video.
[Duel screens flicker to life, one one side Stephanie Brown hangs against a wall, her body secured at regular intervals with metal bands, and framed by bulkily designed machines. On the alternative side the ten year old figure of Colin Wilkes lasy unconcious on the floor withing a room that seems simple enough; only a timer rests upon one of the walls there, it is unmoving for the moment, standing still in time. On both sides the floor is tiled, torn up and rusted, both rooms a room of four walls while the one resting between the two forms is transparent, a thin pane of glass that seperates. In a breath or two, Stephanie groans--coming to.] Wha--what is--
[Giving an experimental yank at her restraints, the room is suddenly filled with the ominous sound of powertools. As the cold metal drill bits bit into her skin, she lets out a strangled scream and freezes, an action that immediately halts the onlaught of torture. In the dank and poor lit area, while something rests between them, it's obvious it's not thick enough to halt sound from being heard on one end to the other. The sound of the metal drill, the scream startles the boy away as he pushes himself up with a disoriented and panicked expression upon his face. Palms flat against the floor, heavy plaid coat shifting with the moment he looks up before his gaze brings his gaze across the way to rest upon the figure of the girl that is trussed up. His eyes widen even more, red hair plastered and askew across his brow.]
Stephanie! [He cries out as soon as he realizes who it is-without word though, a screen flickers to life, located within the others space, the deranged face of the puppet upon the screen with it's darkened eyes. Colin halts amongst heavy breaths as a voice sounds, echoing off the spaces between the two locations, the two separate screens.]
Good evening.
You don't know me but I know you, so lets play a game. Stephanie Brown, so far in your life you've blindly pushed forward to assist others in their existence, refusing all other options. Society would call you a hero, I call you careless of the body you possess, of the life you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward, rather than outward, to give up your act of heroism in order to go on living. Your body is strapped to a device, you are surrounded by machinery that will drill into your flesh with every movement against your binding. If you do not find a solution in the allotted time, the drills will burrow into you relentlessly. Since you are at disadvantage I will give you a hint, the solution is right before your very eyes.
Colin! [At the sound of the boy's voice, Steph's head shot up, freezing once more at the warning noise of the machine, reacting to her struggle to pull away.] You sick freaks.
And as for you, Colin Wilkes. You are her opposite. Though once you found the courage to conquer your fears and your pain, and to live the life you are fortunate enough to still posses, you have given up. Now you retreat into the shadows of your own mind, leaving the responsibility for your own survival as a burden in the hands of others. You have been placed in a special room, which will do much what your own mind has already done--It shall shrink in upon itself. You have 10 minutes to find the strength to save yourself--no more and no less. Live or die. The choice is yours.
[And with that the creak of the walls beginning to shift echos throughout both spaces and the flashes red, starting to tick down the time second by second.]
[OOC: The trap will be continued in action formal below as per usual. Anyone else replies if needed will be replied to after the event takes place.]
[Giving an experimental yank at her restraints, the room is suddenly filled with the ominous sound of powertools. As the cold metal drill bits bit into her skin, she lets out a strangled scream and freezes, an action that immediately halts the onlaught of torture. In the dank and poor lit area, while something rests between them, it's obvious it's not thick enough to halt sound from being heard on one end to the other. The sound of the metal drill, the scream startles the boy away as he pushes himself up with a disoriented and panicked expression upon his face. Palms flat against the floor, heavy plaid coat shifting with the moment he looks up before his gaze brings his gaze across the way to rest upon the figure of the girl that is trussed up. His eyes widen even more, red hair plastered and askew across his brow.]
Stephanie! [He cries out as soon as he realizes who it is-without word though, a screen flickers to life, located within the others space, the deranged face of the puppet upon the screen with it's darkened eyes. Colin halts amongst heavy breaths as a voice sounds, echoing off the spaces between the two locations, the two separate screens.]
Good evening.
You don't know me but I know you, so lets play a game. Stephanie Brown, so far in your life you've blindly pushed forward to assist others in their existence, refusing all other options. Society would call you a hero, I call you careless of the body you possess, of the life you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward, rather than outward, to give up your act of heroism in order to go on living. Your body is strapped to a device, you are surrounded by machinery that will drill into your flesh with every movement against your binding. If you do not find a solution in the allotted time, the drills will burrow into you relentlessly. Since you are at disadvantage I will give you a hint, the solution is right before your very eyes.
Colin! [At the sound of the boy's voice, Steph's head shot up, freezing once more at the warning noise of the machine, reacting to her struggle to pull away.] You sick freaks.
And as for you, Colin Wilkes. You are her opposite. Though once you found the courage to conquer your fears and your pain, and to live the life you are fortunate enough to still posses, you have given up. Now you retreat into the shadows of your own mind, leaving the responsibility for your own survival as a burden in the hands of others. You have been placed in a special room, which will do much what your own mind has already done--It shall shrink in upon itself. You have 10 minutes to find the strength to save yourself--no more and no less. Live or die. The choice is yours.
[And with that the creak of the walls beginning to shift echos throughout both spaces and the flashes red, starting to tick down the time second by second.]
[OOC: The trap will be continued in action formal below as per usual. Anyone else replies if needed will be replied to after the event takes place.]