4 counts of transferring criminal property
ooc: The relationship post has been updated.
[The viewer is led to misconstrue the nature of the input; it is video, not audio, but the surroundings are pitch black. A discerning eye might catch the vague contours of abandoned things and know better.]
...You are not a victim; you are an example...
[His words resound, a metallic echo permeating though emptiness. The same shrewd persona might also narrow the location to a water tower or domed construction where the voice would travel in this attitude.
Flashes from a flood light flicker and stabilize, illuminating the darkness in the shape of a cone. The walls of the room are not seen, the floor is wet with amber stretches of rust. The silver disk of a concrete cutter glimmers in the distance. It is streaked black with blood.
A hand adjusts the light source and the communicator glares directly into a lurid mass of slick innards.]
Too close.
[He remedies: the view retreats to unveil A Kenny. Or what formerly constituted it. The limbs and head have been hacked away from the torso. It it just, the torso.]
Ha... The layout of the organs is unmistakable. Yeah, overlooking his excessive growth this sorry fuck is almost human.
...Ya know, the inside of the body has no identical areas. Your liver, gall bladder - on the right, heart and spleen - left. The left lung has two lobes, the right - three. But I digress...
[The insides throb like their confines might eject their worth. Toshiya is not phased. He switches off the flood light and walks, communicator faced downwards. As he approaches the exit of the facility the sunlight penetrates the gloom. He is barefoot, yet it's not solely his footwear that is absent, he wears nothing on his legs and there is no indication of any article of clothing at all. What form is shown is caked in blood. Outside the entrance are metal beams, protruding a meter or so into the sky, and skewered on top of each is a counterpart of the late Kenny.]
If you do not see anything movin', your eyes don't need testing. These guys gave me a real hard time until I impaled one of theirs. Sure, they'll hit me again - but not so soon. I know that.
Anything with a shred of intellect knows fear.
Use fear.
[The viewer is led to misconstrue the nature of the input; it is video, not audio, but the surroundings are pitch black. A discerning eye might catch the vague contours of abandoned things and know better.]
...You are not a victim; you are an example...
[His words resound, a metallic echo permeating though emptiness. The same shrewd persona might also narrow the location to a water tower or domed construction where the voice would travel in this attitude.
Flashes from a flood light flicker and stabilize, illuminating the darkness in the shape of a cone. The walls of the room are not seen, the floor is wet with amber stretches of rust. The silver disk of a concrete cutter glimmers in the distance. It is streaked black with blood.
A hand adjusts the light source and the communicator glares directly into a lurid mass of slick innards.]
Too close.
[He remedies: the view retreats to unveil A Kenny. Or what formerly constituted it. The limbs and head have been hacked away from the torso. It it just, the torso.]
Ha... The layout of the organs is unmistakable. Yeah, overlooking his excessive growth this sorry fuck is almost human.
...Ya know, the inside of the body has no identical areas. Your liver, gall bladder - on the right, heart and spleen - left. The left lung has two lobes, the right - three. But I digress...
[The insides throb like their confines might eject their worth. Toshiya is not phased. He switches off the flood light and walks, communicator faced downwards. As he approaches the exit of the facility the sunlight penetrates the gloom. He is barefoot, yet it's not solely his footwear that is absent, he wears nothing on his legs and there is no indication of any article of clothing at all. What form is shown is caked in blood. Outside the entrance are metal beams, protruding a meter or so into the sky, and skewered on top of each is a counterpart of the late Kenny.]
If you do not see anything movin', your eyes don't need testing. These guys gave me a real hard time until I impaled one of theirs. Sure, they'll hit me again - but not so soon. I know that.
Anything with a shred of intellect knows fear.
Use fear.