[there's yet another child -- perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old -- on the network, and this one too should seem oddly familiar...
[he looks into the camera, all furrowed brow and worried blue eyes, and the occasional glance over his shoulder as if he's afraid someone might catch him. after a good twenty seconds of this, he finally speaks. the sound is small, quiet, and very unsure of itself.]
I don't like the fog. It's bad. [a hesitation, and a rephrase] --it's evil. Granny'd probably-- ...Granny'd say that the Devil's out there...
I wish it'd go away.
[[ooc; shadow!jon manifests itself as the way he was as a kid. sad, terrified of everything, and pretty much powerless in the face of bullies and his tyrannical grandmother. icons are certainly not representative of cillian murphy, but I use what I can.]]