[Backdated to this morning]

[Oliver's sphere comes to life beeping, like an alarm. Oliver is visible across from it, asleep, tied securely to a tree, his legs also tied to it and tied together, his hands tied behind the tree. He stirs at the noise and jerks his head up. He is a wreck, one night of sleep not nearly enough to cure the dark ( 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... )