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[Blip! Network feed starts now! The whole picture is gray at first and color filters in. There's something about the quality though, it is like a retro film in need of restoration. A young man is walking through a hallway. The camera is perched at the back of the young man's full head of dark brown hair. It's shaggy and needing to be combed. He's got other things to worry about like walking through the hallway. There are windows but they're up high. Footsteps echo and now and then there are shoulders on either side of him, bigger and taller.
A song is playing, distorted and echoing and in down right shitty radio quality. A rumble starts, at first it's like an earthquake. The young man's shoulders hunch a little. That's no earthquake. It's a slew of voices. A guard is at the door and he nods to the shoulders on either side of the young man before opening the door with not one, but three keys.
Another hallway. On each side are cells. The music is over. There are jeers and shouts.
"White meat, incoming!"
"My, my, my."
"Don't look at me small fry, don't fucking look at me. I will cut you."
"If your mama could see you now, fucker."
And it keeps going. Clearly this is not a high activity facility, it all looks dated.]
[ooc; backdated to the 26th!!]
A song is playing, distorted and echoing and in down right shitty radio quality. A rumble starts, at first it's like an earthquake. The young man's shoulders hunch a little. That's no earthquake. It's a slew of voices. A guard is at the door and he nods to the shoulders on either side of the young man before opening the door with not one, but three keys.
Another hallway. On each side are cells. The music is over. There are jeers and shouts.
"White meat, incoming!"
"My, my, my."
"Don't look at me small fry, don't fucking look at me. I will cut you."
"If your mama could see you now, fucker."
And it keeps going. Clearly this is not a high activity facility, it all looks dated.]
[ooc; backdated to the 26th!!]