consultation 007 // [accidental video]
- shut it off, I told you to shut it off, shut it off!!
[Tonegawa's hand yanks back from where it flailed out at the laptop, clenched to knuckles threatening to burst through skin, and the glimpse of his face in profile is twisted with fear and horror and loathing; his eyes are fixed on some far point in the general direction of the door, but what he's seeing seems miles beyond that even when he knows it was only metres.
Of course it was only metres.
The drop, however, was hundreds of feet.
In his mind, the office has vanished. The metal beam under his feet stretches ahead of him without end, into the vanishing point. Underneath that the expanse of dark night air seems similarly infinite, a sea of swirling emptiness ready to rise up and swallow him whole. A tight-rope walk without a safety net.
On-camera he sways drunkenly, as though a great wind were buffeting him. As though he were struggling to keep his balance. His voice cracks and strains.]
Did I turn the electricity off or not?! Tell me! Why won't you fucking answer me?!
[Outside the realms of his hallucinations, on the video, one can hear men's voices: calm down, sir, what are you talking about, sir, what electricity. But as far as Tonegawa is concerned, he's both alone and not alone enough. Even if the men before him, the men he watched from the safety of the hotel, have already fallen he can still feel them around him, their presence a creeping moss in the corner of his lying vision. He can hear their gibbering, their screams, and the sound of the beam electrocuting hands grasping for purchase before the inevitable crack of bone and flesh on pavement like a splitting melon.
He can’t risk crawling back across the beam; one touch would be enough to dislodge him and send him to his death.
It’s cold, too. So damn cold. He shudders violently, suddenly clasping his arms around himself.]
You can’t make me fall, you bastards! You won’t kill me! I swear to god, I’ll tear out your fucking-
[The laptop is slammed shut by some unseen employee and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Tonegawa is currently feeling the effects of Xalyein and hallucinating like whoah- responses will come after he's had a chance to come down!]
[Tonegawa's hand yanks back from where it flailed out at the laptop, clenched to knuckles threatening to burst through skin, and the glimpse of his face in profile is twisted with fear and horror and loathing; his eyes are fixed on some far point in the general direction of the door, but what he's seeing seems miles beyond that even when he knows it was only metres.
Of course it was only metres.
The drop, however, was hundreds of feet.
In his mind, the office has vanished. The metal beam under his feet stretches ahead of him without end, into the vanishing point. Underneath that the expanse of dark night air seems similarly infinite, a sea of swirling emptiness ready to rise up and swallow him whole. A tight-rope walk without a safety net.
On-camera he sways drunkenly, as though a great wind were buffeting him. As though he were struggling to keep his balance. His voice cracks and strains.]
Did I turn the electricity off or not?! Tell me! Why won't you fucking answer me?!
[Outside the realms of his hallucinations, on the video, one can hear men's voices: calm down, sir, what are you talking about, sir, what electricity. But as far as Tonegawa is concerned, he's both alone and not alone enough. Even if the men before him, the men he watched from the safety of the hotel, have already fallen he can still feel them around him, their presence a creeping moss in the corner of his lying vision. He can hear their gibbering, their screams, and the sound of the beam electrocuting hands grasping for purchase before the inevitable crack of bone and flesh on pavement like a splitting melon.
He can’t risk crawling back across the beam; one touch would be enough to dislodge him and send him to his death.
It’s cold, too. So damn cold. He shudders violently, suddenly clasping his arms around himself.]
You can’t make me fall, you bastards! You won’t kill me! I swear to god, I’ll tear out your fucking-
[The laptop is slammed shut by some unseen employee and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Tonegawa is currently feeling the effects of Xalyein and hallucinating like whoah- responses will come after he's had a chance to come down!]