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[This is about a day after the event ends. He'd left his feeds and such on, watching/listening what's going on about the mansion, without much thought - he doesn't really care about it, honestly. The video stays on/turns on intermittently throughout the day, showing a whole string of activity throughout the day.
Early on he's carting large things around, draped with sheets and making loud sloshing noises. For someone who knows what he looks like, he looks slightly different - slimmer, stronger, in a way; whatever he's lifting must not be too heavy, as he's easily lifting them. He also looks slightly confused at his own actions.
Towards the middle of the day, he can be seen doing things like burning paper, rolling cigarettes, looking through notebooks and scratching pages out, and disposing of this and that (syringes, beakers, etc etc). He looks less strong and more weary, and his confusion seems to have strengthened.
Once night has fallen, he's barely visible, sitting in his desk chair and quietly watching the feeds. He's acting a little more manic, and his silhouette can be seen shaking as he lights cigarette after countless cigarette in an attempt to calm himself.
If anyone's still up around midnight, he's been restlessly pacing his room, a glowing blue syringe on the desk. He's muttering to himself, as well.
At 3 in the morning, he's sitting on his bed, but it's a new bed in a new room, even more spare than before. He's holding the syringe in his hand. He's lit by it, and he's staring at the ground looking scared in a dead sort of way, his hand primed to use the syringe. His shaking seems to have stopped and he seems at the end of his rope.
Mun says: Feel free to break in on him at any time - make sure to specify when.]
Early on he's carting large things around, draped with sheets and making loud sloshing noises. For someone who knows what he looks like, he looks slightly different - slimmer, stronger, in a way; whatever he's lifting must not be too heavy, as he's easily lifting them. He also looks slightly confused at his own actions.
Towards the middle of the day, he can be seen doing things like burning paper, rolling cigarettes, looking through notebooks and scratching pages out, and disposing of this and that (syringes, beakers, etc etc). He looks less strong and more weary, and his confusion seems to have strengthened.
Once night has fallen, he's barely visible, sitting in his desk chair and quietly watching the feeds. He's acting a little more manic, and his silhouette can be seen shaking as he lights cigarette after countless cigarette in an attempt to calm himself.
If anyone's still up around midnight, he's been restlessly pacing his room, a glowing blue syringe on the desk. He's muttering to himself, as well.
At 3 in the morning, he's sitting on his bed, but it's a new bed in a new room, even more spare than before. He's holding the syringe in his hand. He's lit by it, and he's staring at the ground looking scared in a dead sort of way, his hand primed to use the syringe. His shaking seems to have stopped and he seems at the end of his rope.
Mun says: Feel free to break in on him at any time - make sure to specify when.]