( Cut to spare flists from blood, gore, and violence - not for the faint of heart )

[For a brief moment, the only thing in view is the lower-half of Tyki's face, and a cigarette between his lips. SEE: Icon. The cigarette bobs as he speaks.] Do spare me the comments telling me that it serves me right. The most of us aren't in grade school anymore, after all.

[Off-screen, there is the sound of a striking match, which comes up to ( Read more... )

[The following post is meant to be private to Break, except. Tyki can't be assed into figuring out how to work the PCDs. It's moderately hackable, to those who really want to know what he's up to.]

[Private To Break || Hackable]

[Needless to say, Tyki looks like he hasn't slept for days. He's massaging the bridge of his nose as he speaks.]You're ( Read more... )

[The feed appears to be coming from a side-table in a girl's bedroom, as though the PCD's owner had set it there while checking for something under the bed. Everything is in near-perfect order: bed made, curtains pulled open, dust bunnies swept out of every nook, cranny, and corner... despite being a girl's bedroom, it has the appearance of having ( Read more... )

[We appear to be at the lake today, ladies and gentleman! And the fellow in the feed is dressed in casual, but elegant attire: a white button-up under a black vest with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his black slacks rolled up to just past his knee. There is a cigarette dangling from his mouth - it rolls in a thoughtful sort of way as he ( Read more... )