THE SIXTEENTH JACK | audio > video [backdated]
[The feed turns on and there's a voice--its distorted, familiar to those who have already experienced what is happening this week. The second voice comes in at times unappreciated, unnecessary but it is with crude remarks, laced with sarcasm. Quite frankly, it is a voice that honestly has not been missed during his absence n the area but at the same time, it is too familiar to have been forgotten for some. The last comment is his, and then the warbles, the static, the commands and explanation--it all stops.
The video is readjusted, and it is facing that redhead. He looks pale, the circles beneath his eyes are darker than what anyone has seen and he looks disturbed, more terrified than worn out. When he realizes that the 'berry is towards him however, he recomposes himself, ]
I'm fucked. That's about all I can say.
Lovely week. [A click and a small recording starts in the background.]
Alex Forbes. You do not realize the significance of honesty. As 'ridiculous' as you have claimed it to be, it is an important trait to have, essential to the appreciation of life. For this test, you must look over your choices up to now, reevaluate your choices, and face your demons. Come clean, the time is now. The choice is yours.
[Alex rolls his eyes, irate.]
Don't keep me waiting, Jack. [He jolts forward, wide eyed with the change in voice. The feed turns off as Alex forces a lump down his throat.] . . . You're not getting me, you little shit.
[ooc| TLDR Alex's trap requires him to stay awake for six days straight. At the same time, he has two separate beds of needles strapped to his sides, both of which push in slowly everytime it senses that he is beginning to fall asleep. Having his eyes closed for more than five seconds or severe changes in his posture (minimal stretching excluded) set off the sensors that push the needles in--leaving the chair results in a shotgun to the face, weight sensitive trigger. Backdating this, I'm handwaving the first three days and so Alex has lost some blood, is malnourished, things of that sort. AWWW YEAH SAW WEEK.]
The video is readjusted, and it is facing that redhead. He looks pale, the circles beneath his eyes are darker than what anyone has seen and he looks disturbed, more terrified than worn out. When he realizes that the 'berry is towards him however, he recomposes himself, ]
I'm fucked. That's about all I can say.
Lovely week. [A click and a small recording starts in the background.]
Alex Forbes. You do not realize the significance of honesty. As 'ridiculous' as you have claimed it to be, it is an important trait to have, essential to the appreciation of life. For this test, you must look over your choices up to now, reevaluate your choices, and face your demons. Come clean, the time is now. The choice is yours.
[Alex rolls his eyes, irate.]
Don't keep me waiting, Jack. [He jolts forward, wide eyed with the change in voice. The feed turns off as Alex forces a lump down his throat.] . . . You're not getting me, you little shit.
[ooc| TLDR Alex's trap requires him to stay awake for six days straight. At the same time, he has two separate beds of needles strapped to his sides, both of which push in slowly everytime it senses that he is beginning to fall asleep. Having his eyes closed for more than five seconds or severe changes in his posture (minimal stretching excluded) set off the sensors that push the needles in--leaving the chair results in a shotgun to the face, weight sensitive trigger. Backdating this, I'm handwaving the first three days and so Alex has lost some blood, is malnourished, things of that sort. AWWW YEAH SAW WEEK.]