[[ooc; Blue is Ghanima. Black is Leto.]]

[ The video feed flicks on with little ado - no curses or crashing or large blurs of motion. There’s nothing besides a young teenage girl’s face - somewhere between 14 and 16 - with blond hair bobbing in a ponytail as she walks, the screen with it - blue eyes lit up with a very abnormal glow. For all ( Read more... )

[Charles has found himself a wax pencil and glass, lots and lots of glass to write on. Windows were wonderful things ( Read more... )

I've got someone's shit. [ It's the first thing he says once the video screen flickers on. He looks a little less worse for wear; at least all the cuts he had were cleaned up and healing, face washed and his sweater only mildly frayed where it can be seen at his neck. A glance to the side before back, leaning back against the side of what looks ( Read more... )

[Here Abax, have a video display of a pile of vending machine peanut butter crackers and a small stash of oranges. They're all kept in what looks like a drawer but otherwise are singularly unremarkable ( Read more... )

Strange things were happening in the city ( Read more... )

[Adam's face appears as the broadcast starts, peering at the camera with the morgue as a background. He studies it for a moment, and then he murmurs, with raised eyebrows:]

...Clever.

[He smiles, polite as can be.]Good evening to anyone who may be out there and receiving me. I wonder, could you tell me where I might find clothes ( Read more... )

[So someone has been dead since the start of this memory stealing tree/orb debacle. But he's back now! Could he be Abax's first death? This is very possible. But he'll be sitting on one of the autopsy tables in the morgue, naked as the day he was born. Though the camera stops at his waist, before anything naughty might be seen ( Read more... )

[Hope everyone enjoys shaky cam time, as Burke is still very new to technology and most certainly his phone. But he manages to get it going and thinks he's got that fancy moving picture thing going on and turns the video on a familiar figure, that he's got sitting upright in a simple kitchen chair... tied to it.]Not sure what all that business was ( Read more... )

[Greetings, new members of Abax City. Have one Erik Lehnsherr watching the screen of his phone, propped up on a table. He's seated, hands sitting easily on his knees, which are splayed out ( 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... )