[there's a thud and the sound of something breaking as Cassie throws whatever at her room's wall. There's also the sound of frantic pacing ( Read more... )

[The sound of static is picked up in the background, obviously from some sort of transmitter device]

--Hunnigan? Figures my radio's busted, but this thing still works.

[Although the mobile phone device has only been recording for a couple of seconds, it's fairly obvious by his frustrated tone that Leon has been attempting to reach someone for ( Read more... )

[A bit of fumbling and static can be heard...]

Is this on-? Oh, oh! I think I've got it! Hello?

[The voice is clearer now, bright and clear if confused.]

Hello! If anyone can hear me I'm not sure I'm doing this right... Um! If I can speak to the hotel management? I really need to get back to Soul Society, I didn't mean to get abducted by aliens ( Read more... )

[Vincent's wandering through the pitch fog, an unamused look on his face. He's not actually aware that the phone is recording in his hand, he's too busy concentrating on the fact that night just fell and he isn't back at the church yet, actually he's only just reached shore.]

I was going to get some tonight, and then she had to go and jump off of a ( Read more... )

[The video feed clicks on, and the first thing you see is Kadaj's sharp green eyes and as the camera moves away you can see the angry grin that's spread out across his face.]

Where. is. Mother? [The words are sharp, and the question sounds threatening. The last thing anyone will see is that grin before the feed clicks off.]

[Would you look at that?  Another video post by a wary new arrival.  This one appears to have had the wherewithal to leave the hotel; the faintest suggestion of sunlight is visible through the clouds of fog that must be familiar to everyone else by now.  The new guy mutters to himself as he fiddles with the phone...]

This is one depressing town. ( Read more... )

[The image pans out and it is one of the hotel rooms; small little bottles line the surface of a shelf and bigger ones are stacked next to the collection. A hook comes into focus, gold and marred with drying, flaking blood. The owner huffs and brings a cloth to it, wiping the evidence away ( Read more... )

[Purple. Solid purple. There's a hint of an ovular shadow through the up-close sunglasses len, and then the visual pulls back shakily ( Read more... )

[There's a bit of short static before a woman's cool and seductive voice begins speaking.]

Well now, if I'd wanted to be given a vacation, I would've asked for it, Wesker. [There's a pause before you can hear her let out a small 'hrmph' in humor and amusement.] Honestly, when it comes to your tastes versus a woman's, yours, unfortunately- needs more ( Read more... )

Alright. Day four in this god awful whatever the hell it is place, and we're still no closer to figuring out what's going on. All I know is that there's some fugly dogs out there that take bites out of people, and there's some... cult thing. Not too sure about the cult, but the dogs are real ( Read more... )