[The feed opens to the sound of quick footfalls and heavy breathing. Someone's running, and running fast. They must be unaware of being recorded, because they make no attempt to communicate. They're just running.

After about thirty seconds there's a scuffling sound followed by a thud and a loud grunt as the runner trips and comes to an abrupt halt. ( Read more... )

[Fakir's centered himself in front of the feed, but he's not looking directly at the camera. Most of his face is covered by long bangs, but the occasional shift makes his eyes visible. His cheeks are dry, but his eyes are red, as if he's been crying. Really, he'd rather that no one saw him in this sort of state, but something very important needs ( Read more... )

[A boy appears on screen, framed from nose to shoulders with long, dark hair hanging around a pleasant smile. And the collar beneath? Stark black above his white shirt.]

All children who love stories, come, gather round~

[ooc: OKAY, here's the IC post for evil!Fakir plotting. Feel free to respond via the network or in person. If you want him to ( Read more... )

[Fakir's rubbing at his eyes, looking fairly distracted as he fumbles with the communicator. He's been hit with a few revelations just now, but first thing's first.]

Mytho, Ritsuka, are you guys okay? How long have I been out?

[ooc: Yeah... someone should've been back a few days ago. My bad. |D;]

[The feed opens to the sound of a loud yell and fast-moving air battering the microphone... followed quickly by a loud, plastic crunch and a crash. A dull flash of light suddenly brightens up the feed as the communicator flies out of whatever pocket it was concealed in, bouncing once or twice before clattering to the concrete to reveal the back of ( Read more... )

[Fakir's fairly calm when the camera flicks on this time around. Wherever he is, there's open sky and a rather nice sunset behind him. He's got a dark-colored kitten in his lap, and he pats it somewhat absently while he speaks.]

Mytho, come up to the roof.

... Ritsuka, Rosette, are you guys okay?

[Fakir fumbles with the camera, a pained grimace on his face. Normally he'd keep the feed to audio only for this sort of post (sad that he's become so familiar with "this sort of post"), but he's not feeling particularly coordinated at the moment. There are flecks of blood on the lower half of his face and a larger stain on what can be seen of his ( Read more... )

[Fakir's voice cuts in over the feed, the boy speaking as soon as he's sure his device is recording. He's in a rush, and for very good reason.]

There are fresh gas buckets in few different rooms.

[He rambles off a list of room numbers, and then starts listing off specific locations within the biodome and rec area.]

New traps, I don't know who put them ( Read more... )

[A tired, croaking voice cuts in over the feed very briefly.]

Mytho, are you okay? Come back to the room.

[Fakir's voice is hushed and panicked, the audio crackling as if he's holding the 'berry too close to his mouth.]

You have to stay inside or they'll kill you. They're here because of me and I can't stop them and I'm sorry-

Mytho, don't go outside, no matter what you hear. I can't... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...