[There's a thumping, banging, jerking. Screaming. Oh god the screams are so loud echoing in the morgue. Screams as if someone is being murdered or burned alive. The Italian is frantic, coming out in desperate gasps.]

Perché? Perché Dio?

[Even more frantic movement. The sound of paper tearing.]Why am I alive? God, what have I done to deserve this ( Read more... )

[When the phone clicks on, it is sitting on a table in one of Abax's upscale clothing stores, at about waist high, and tilted slightly upwards to show a wide shot of the rear of the store. Tesla is standing just off of center from the camera, in front of a floor length mirror, turned sideways from the screen. He's dressed in a pair of black dress ( Read more... )

[ There isn’t much to see behind him. A bit of illuminated grantite. A sliver of black that, by now, ought to be easily recognizable as the sky. His hair shifts in the wind, proof that he’s outside, though if the chill of the air disturbs him, there’s no discomfort evident on his face. Maybe it’s the sweater and the heavy coat keeping him warm. ( Read more... )

[Now usually she's not one to complain. In fact, she basically never complains.

But today? Today is the exception. On the screen is a very exhausted Cissnei thanks to the poison.]

This must be one of the worst birthdays I've had yet.

So, I can't help hearing all this talk of people ~~disappearing~~ from the city, of ~~escaping~~ or ~~being sent home~~ People's contact information has vanished from our phones, some of you have spoken of noticing people are no longer here ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )