oo1; video, hard to trace // what if this storm ends
[ There's pure darkness on the screen, ink black except--hah, you could tell that there was something there, hiding in the shadows. The light glances across- him? it?, skittered like an oil slick. Then, something peeled off from the shadows.
A flash of white lenses. A pair of eyes, perhaps? But there is no body shown. It's like there is a ghost- except it speaks. A low, harsh growl. Like what all those monsters in your closet and under your bed and in the cupboard under the stairs might sound like if they are more than a figment of your imagination. ]
Siren's Port. You've heard of me. I'm the Batman.
[ And there's a fluttering sound. Like a thousand bat wings taking flight--or the movement of a thick, synthetic fibre cape. A shift, and there's a crack in the shadow- a glint of teeth. ]
You. Your fun is over now.
You know who you are.
encrypted/unhackable; Carrie Kelley
[ Coordinates. Located at a certain part of sector three. Five pm.
Don't bother answering through the NV. ]
A flash of white lenses. A pair of eyes, perhaps? But there is no body shown. It's like there is a ghost- except it speaks. A low, harsh growl. Like what all those monsters in your closet and under your bed and in the cupboard under the stairs might sound like if they are more than a figment of your imagination. ]
Siren's Port. You've heard of me. I'm the Batman.
[ And there's a fluttering sound. Like a thousand bat wings taking flight--or the movement of a thick, synthetic fibre cape. A shift, and there's a crack in the shadow- a glint of teeth. ]
You. Your fun is over now.
You know who you are.
encrypted/unhackable; Carrie Kelley
[ Coordinates. Located at a certain part of sector three. Five pm.
Don't bother answering through the NV. ]