[19: video]
OOC: Backdating to the second to follow this.
One of the first floor wall cameras is broadcasting an empty room.
Or rather, an unclaimed room--a chair has been jammed under the handle of the closet door, and there's a steady thumping coming from inside.
Eventually, the noise ceases, and after a brief period of what might be hissed swearing, the sound of scraping takes its place. The doorframe splinters, then gives with a snap.
There's another pause, and the door flies open, knocking the chair on its side and revealing Mark, disheveled, unhappy, and wielding a crowbar. He aims one last bad-tempered kick at the now-crooked door, then, after a moment's thought, addresses the camera.
"I'm sure that this is broadcasting. Has anyone run into M--the masked man?"
One of the first floor wall cameras is broadcasting an empty room.
Or rather, an unclaimed room--a chair has been jammed under the handle of the closet door, and there's a steady thumping coming from inside.
Eventually, the noise ceases, and after a brief period of what might be hissed swearing, the sound of scraping takes its place. The doorframe splinters, then gives with a snap.
There's another pause, and the door flies open, knocking the chair on its side and revealing Mark, disheveled, unhappy, and wielding a crowbar. He aims one last bad-tempered kick at the now-crooked door, then, after a moment's thought, addresses the camera.
"I'm sure that this is broadcasting. Has anyone run into M--the masked man?"