☠11 Heads Batted In //Video//English☠
[Here, Discedo. Have a trembling Scout, looking wired as all hell, slumped up under a piece of collapsed building, sitting on debris. To his right, on the street, there is a fire and falling snow, just outside his little protective area. He twitches, and jumps every once in a while, swatting around him like he's trying to bat away something annoying. Every once in a while his face can be seen clearly, and his eyes are wide. He looks rather paranoid. He also looks filthy and tired. Finally, he makes a hasty grab for his communicator and addresses YOUS GUYS. The image is shaking in his grip.]
U-uh... so... Any a' you guys been hearin' voices or anything like that? Or got any stalkers or- ... I dunno, it's stupid. But I could freakin sweah. That there's people talkin'a me.
[Scout gasps and looks to the right of him suddenly, swearing he just saw something move from the corner of his eye. He just draws his knees up to his chest and curses under his breath before shutting the communicator off.]
U-uh... so... Any a' you guys been hearin' voices or anything like that? Or got any stalkers or- ... I dunno, it's stupid. But I could freakin sweah. That there's people talkin'a me.
[Scout gasps and looks to the right of him suddenly, swearing he just saw something move from the corner of his eye. He just draws his knees up to his chest and curses under his breath before shutting the communicator off.]