Oct 29, 2011 20:09
[The beginning of the proverbial broadcast from Hell is a burst of white-noise loud and shrill enough that it's almost hard to tell if it's just static or something else; some sort of lower sound can be heard thrumming through it - almost like some sort of chanting. That cuts out quickly enough, and for a second it seems quiet, almost as if the feed ended … more because the audio is silent and the video is black. Then there's flickers of movement - almost as if something deep red is shifting across the camera's view - before there's a dim view of a room; it's a little hard to tell what it's supposed to be - at first glance it might be some kind of hospital ICU, but some of the instruments and tools around are … ominous, more surgical, there's blood splattered over the walls, and a hand connected to a limp body that's mostly off-camera…then completely off-camera after being drug away.]
[There's another static flicker, with a couple quick frame-flickers - licks of flame going up a wall, some kind of operating room with the whine of tools, the room crumbling away into a shifting darkness with shapes not quite in focus, rusted machinery and something moving through the parts, then more white noise that suddenly snaps into focus on a room - could be a room in just about any older house; the walls are covered in black scribbles - a few odd and ominous symbols, a few illegible somethings, but mostly drawings of eyes everywhere…]
[And then, starting with just one or two small ones and spreading, the eyes blink, and the ink from the doodles starts spreading as the eyes are more real than drawings, red, with kanji numeral-marks instead of pupils - and most of them seem to be watching the "camera", while a few dart around the darkening room in the feed.]
[There's another white-noise screech breaking the silence, and a seeming frame-flicker, a brief image of a young girl in ash-stained and scorched blue with ratty, singed hair hanging over blackened and indistinct scars, and then a spark starts in one corner of the room, flames spreading across the wall; the entire room is quickly an inferno, something blackish-red leaking from near the top of the walls to drip down through the flames.]
[The flames get drowned out in static, and then…there's a flicker in the static of a female figure, long black hair, in luminescent white, wreathed in flames, before the feed cuts out entirely.]
((OOC: if anyone's checking, this mess was actually broadcast from Mukuro's Blackberry; there won't be any replies from Mukuro or Alessa, but it's an open network post with replies visible, so if anyone wants to thread off this, feel free.))
rokudo mukuro,
alessa gillespie,
plot: silent hill