[Oliver, for once, is peering at the sphere seriously, his expression a mixture of worry and determination]

Something's gone wrong. I know it's the middle of curfew, and I hate to wake anybody, but I...woke up, and... [looks a little awkward for a moment, but he has no intention of telling the world at large that he's still having trouble with ( Read more... )

[Oliver is sitting in a bedroom in a flat--obviously a creation of the holo-suite. The room is neat overall, although the paint on the walls is peeling a bit and it gives off the air of being slightly old. There are two desks against one wall, separated by a dresser. One is very organized, with books stacked about it, a pile of papers, and a ( Read more... )

[the sphere comes on showing only Oliver's face; it is dirty, he has a mild cut on his head, and he looks tired and is breathing hard; his surroundings are very dim]

I know some of you aren't going to be happy about this. Which is why I'm not broadcasting until now, but... [grabs the sphere, holding it out to show his surroundings; they are ( Read more... )

[The sphere comes on to show Oliver lying on the floor of his and the Doctor's shelter, very near where he died; in fact, the bloody blankets that used to hold his body are behind him--mysteriously empty now ( Read more... )

[when the sphere comes on, it is very close to Oliver's face, which is ghostly pale; he is sweating and breathing hard, his eyes unfocused; one shaking hand drops through the viewscreen; he turned on the sphere himself] I...I must've fallen asleep, I... [cuts off, gasping in pain; he coughs, and it's full of blood] I can't believe... [closes ( Read more... )

[Four days later, and Oliver is still tied to the same tree. He is a mess, looking utterly exhausted; his expression is one of resignation, and he is hanging rather limply, as though too tired to try to hold himself up anymore]

[quietly] It's over, isn't it?

[pauses for a moment, swallowing hard and obviously struggling with something he wants ( Read more... )

[When Oliver turns the sphere on, he looks even worse than last time. He is soaked through, his hair a mess, and has dark circles under his eyes; he is wearing his black The Killers T-shirt with his jacket over it (yes, the same one from THAT day); most notably, his eyes are wild, and he is standing close to the sphere]

Can you hear it? [laughs ( Read more... )

[Oliver is sitting by a tree somewhere in the midst of the forest. He is soaked to the bone and looks tired, ragged, and shaky]

I just... [stops, swallows, and tries again, keeping his voice as steady as possible, but his fear is evident] I just wanted to say that... [trails off again, his voice growing very soft and tight] I saw it...it's ( Read more... )

[Oliver is sitting against a tree, mp3 player beside her, when the sphere comes on. Sitting seems to be the best option, considering her female form is more petite and about 7 inches shorter; the jeans she's wearing would never work! And while her chest has expanded rather nicely, the originally loose Killers T-shirt, combined with the change in ( Read more... )

[Oliver is sitting on the beach when he turns the sphere on. He has obviously been swimming, as his hair is wet, and he is wearing a pair of swim trunks, but he has pulled on a T-shirt since then--the first hint that his normal inhibitions are back, including his self-consciousness about his scars, which are safely hidden by the black shirt ( Read more... )