[001] .video.
[Clak.
Clak, clak.
The feed shudders on with the prodding sound in time to catch the length of a bony digit and the video swivels to one ear.]
Mm...
[The phone is lowered, deemed broken or useless in the situation and the recording now clips the end of a denim thigh, and just beyond is a clothing store. Where is this? The place seems deserted - and it's apparently no longer Japan. More importantly, he doesn't recall moving from that roof; not until he was interrupted...
Fuzzy.
His feet (notably bare?) pad over the ground below, curiously seeking another individual, given that he's not merely asleep. It could easily be an unusual dream (a dream at all is unusual for him). The random firing of neurons twisting his thoughts into this picturesque environment and creating the sensation of smell and touch - such as the prickles of concrete digging into his soles.
Perhaps a drug? It was nearing the conclusion, afterall.
It wouldn't be a surprise to find himself drugged by... his suspect. He pushes the thought aside and holds out a free hand, which enters the video's visual.]
No residual tingling… motor skills: fine.
[The tiny (rec) and its accommodating flashing red-light draw his gaze from the hand and he lifts the phone at a deliberately awkward angle, so that he can see but his audience cannot quite.]
Hello?
[One wide-eyed blink. And the feed is cut shortly after.]
Clak, clak.
The feed shudders on with the prodding sound in time to catch the length of a bony digit and the video swivels to one ear.]
Mm...
[The phone is lowered, deemed broken or useless in the situation and the recording now clips the end of a denim thigh, and just beyond is a clothing store. Where is this? The place seems deserted - and it's apparently no longer Japan. More importantly, he doesn't recall moving from that roof; not until he was interrupted...
Fuzzy.
His feet (notably bare?) pad over the ground below, curiously seeking another individual, given that he's not merely asleep. It could easily be an unusual dream (a dream at all is unusual for him). The random firing of neurons twisting his thoughts into this picturesque environment and creating the sensation of smell and touch - such as the prickles of concrete digging into his soles.
Perhaps a drug? It was nearing the conclusion, afterall.
It wouldn't be a surprise to find himself drugged by... his suspect. He pushes the thought aside and holds out a free hand, which enters the video's visual.]
No residual tingling… motor skills: fine.
[The tiny (rec) and its accommodating flashing red-light draw his gaze from the hand and he lifts the phone at a deliberately awkward angle, so that he can see but his audience cannot quite.]
Hello?
[One wide-eyed blink. And the feed is cut shortly after.]