06. [Video & voice.]
[For a moment after the feed clicks on, it's difficult to hear anything but the hushed normality of the background noises. Footsteps in the hall, the muted rustle of sheets. Then nothing. Just silence. And finally....]
...What's it like to be forgotten? [The tone of the question is genuinely curious, but there's an undertone of something vague and bitter. It's altogether difficult to pick up on, unless someone is accustomed to his mannerisms of speech, and equally as skilled as understanding what he isn't saying. The way he's sitting has his back to the headboard, knees drawn up to his chest. And although his gaze seems focused and straight ahead, he's not really looking at anything.]
What do you do when everything you rely on, everything you're supposed to be and stand for...turns out to be a lie?
[There's a quiet pause, and the angle turns shaky, turning to face the far well instead. There's a distant sound of things being pulled, coming undone.]
And the people you've always looked up to? What happens when they can't be trusted either?
[There's a muffled sort of grunt, and a somewhat unsteady breath that sounds harsh at first, then settles.]
When all that's waiting for you back home is... [A short, bitter laugh.]
[And it switches to voice--although not before the slight shade of red fingertips on a blank wall are briefly seen, and then fade out.]
I think. I wanna be left alone for a little while.
OOC: Fail! Emo post is fail. Essentially, Zack's had a lot of information that he'd rather not know dumped on him in the space of a few very short days. As a result, for the next few days, he's going to be very quiet, and listless. There might be a slight-to-total behavioral change--apathy, bitterness, all that good stuff. He'll eventually get back to normal by the weekend--with luck. However! Because of this, he's going to be very selective with who he responds to. Comments may be delayed, or he may not respond at all. And yes, he did just leave the hospital and no, he's not really supposed to.