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*Charles is soaking wet, sitting fully clothed in his shower, curtain open, water streaming. He barely has the presence of mind to keep the blackberry out of the stream, but somehow manages to not break it. He doesn't seem to notice that he'd activated the video at first, and keeps frantically pushing buttons. He doesn't look at all like he's gotten any sleep, and by the looks of it has been sitting under the water for quite a long time. There is a slight shiver in his shoulders that suggests how cold the water is.
Finally he focuses better on the phone, realizing that he's filming, and leans forward, clutching desperately*
Please... *he sounds broken, voice going hoarse from overuse*
...please...
Someone, anyone, I know you're out there, I can't...
I can't hear... I can't hear anyone... please....... *his words get more and more desperate as he pleads for an answer until the phone slips out of his fingers and cuts out on impact with the floor*
((He's spent the entire week so far completely alone in his head, talking to himself, listening to other people's feeds, desperate for confirmation that he isn't completely alone in the world. Have fun fucking with him.))