IP off, anon on. I realize that Benny's a fairly obscure character, but I can still take feedback on internal consistency, etc. Have at!

Y'know what this is? A big, steamin' load of friggin' bullcrap. Screw it. I ain't playin'!

[It's safe to say that if Stango knew he was being recorded, none of this would be happening at all. In a good mood and under the sadly mistaken notion that he's alone, he is shuffling around his office in rhythm to his own singing. His voice is tolerable, still twanging with that thick Brooklyn accent, but surprisingly deep and rich and on-key.]

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[The room that Stango unwillingly shares with Lamb is empty only for a moment, and then the door slams open and violently closed again, making everything on the nightstand jump. He stalks over to the bed and sits heavily down, elbows on his knees, fingers in his hair. His hands are smeared with blood, thick around and under the nails, and he daubs ( Read more... )

[There's a moment of static, as the feed was turned on by the force of a falling body and knocked away by the same, and the device's innards are a little joggled. After a moment, the image resolves into a fantastic view of...the ground, edged with the bottoms of boxwood hedges, some of their branches broken and hanging to the blood-soaked dirt ( Read more... )

[Stango has tucked his communicator into his breast pocket, so you get a Benny's-eye-view of what he's doing, which is running through the woods. One hand is held out in front of him, scanning the terrain with a small, very modern camcorder; given his track record with technology, it's safe to assume that it isn't his ( Read more... )

[OOC: Mou, let's get some m!Lamb up in here! If want, anyway. All others welcome as usual~][If you've been listening to Stango's transmissions, you should recognize the sound of a man taking a drag by now. Stango is in his room, smoking and using his mostly-empty coffee mug as an ashtray again ( Read more... )

[By the power of event, LOCKED TO SOFIA LAMB; easy hack]

Hey, kid, you feelin' any better? I came down with somethin' real bad, and it's been--

Hang on, who is this even--

No, you stupid thing, I said to Jay. Jay.

How do I...?

[OOC: So, I was lazy about doing event stuff with Benny, mostly due to computer issues. I've got a backdated thread with Lamb in which she asks her grouchy brother to look for Alex, but due to the lateness, that whole plotline is over! You know what that means: IT'S LOST IN THE MANSION TIME! With communicator malfunction, no less.][At first it's ( Read more... )