02 | VISUAL | CENTRAL | STRAIGHT TO VIDEO
He's seen it. People. He's smelling colours again which should probably be a warning sign but Cherri doesn't have News a GoGo to keep him centered. He can't rely on others this time, either, and he's left staring serenely into the face of the girl who shared a cell with him.
She's smiling, and Cherri smiles back, big and wide and huge. He has to. He's trying to match her own grin, but it's hard when you have teeth and the girl in front of you has spent days yanking them out. One by one... Each tooth with nothing but her bear hands.
It explains why she's got blood on them, anyway, and Cherri stares at her for a while, grinning to match her gum-filled smile. He doesn't want to look away. He's.. He's scared to. For the first time in a very, very long time, Cherri's terrified of something.
You know you could have saved me, right?
Cherri's eyes narrow slightly, because no, he couldn't, and he'd long since forgotten to question reality-based things like how she's talking so well if her mouth is a gaping hole.
"Sorry, couldn't, really. I was having problems of my own."
You watched me kill myself.
Cherri's blinks are long, languid, saying nothing. After the third blink, the precious few moments of silence, she's gone. Pulling out the communications device, he presses it and levels it with his face. His stare is sullen, hollow, and he isn't aware he's breathing rather heavily.
It clicks off.
A few seconds later, though, Cherri starts the visual again, and a familiar, spaced-out look is on his eyes. Gone is the odd intent from earlier.
"This playground is neat," He announces.
She's smiling, and Cherri smiles back, big and wide and huge. He has to. He's trying to match her own grin, but it's hard when you have teeth and the girl in front of you has spent days yanking them out. One by one... Each tooth with nothing but her bear hands.
It explains why she's got blood on them, anyway, and Cherri stares at her for a while, grinning to match her gum-filled smile. He doesn't want to look away. He's.. He's scared to. For the first time in a very, very long time, Cherri's terrified of something.
You know you could have saved me, right?
Cherri's eyes narrow slightly, because no, he couldn't, and he'd long since forgotten to question reality-based things like how she's talking so well if her mouth is a gaping hole.
"Sorry, couldn't, really. I was having problems of my own."
You watched me kill myself.
Cherri's blinks are long, languid, saying nothing. After the third blink, the precious few moments of silence, she's gone. Pulling out the communications device, he presses it and levels it with his face. His stare is sullen, hollow, and he isn't aware he's breathing rather heavily.
It clicks off.
A few seconds later, though, Cherri starts the visual again, and a familiar, spaced-out look is on his eyes. Gone is the odd intent from earlier.
"This playground is neat," He announces.