08 [Video, Public]
[Another accidental broadcast. This time, the screen, broadcasting live from Jesse's hoodie pocket, is showing a waist-high view of a sand-filled hallway and occasionally a bit of a tattooed hand, clutching a lit cigarette, repetitively flicking the ash into the sand. The image bounces along for a minute as he walks...
...until from offscreen come the now all-too-familiar sounds of whistling and footsteps, and the bouncing comes to a stop. The sounds come closer, closer... and then stop as well, just offscreen.
When Jesse speaks, his voice is hushed and terrified:]
Emilio?
[Pause.]
H-hey, look, man, I never... I'm sorry about how all that went down, but it's not like you gave him much of a choice-- [His voice is getting higher, louder, tenser with every moment.] I wasn't even the one that ratted you out in the first place! It was that damn cousin of yours, okay?? Mr. White said-- no!
[The image blurs crazily, spinning, and there's a quick flash of something that looks like it might be one of the faceless men. Then the communicator goes flying off into the hallway and lands in the sand, looking up at the ceiling. There's a desperate sort of scrabbling noise, and a wordless shout.
After a few seconds, Jesse runs up and grabs the communicator, thinking he's turning it on, and holds it up to his face. He's wild-eyed and out of breath.]
Hey, uh. Some of them got faces after all.
((OOC: No, they don't. Mysteriously enough, ONLY JESSE will be able to see these "faces."))
...until from offscreen come the now all-too-familiar sounds of whistling and footsteps, and the bouncing comes to a stop. The sounds come closer, closer... and then stop as well, just offscreen.
When Jesse speaks, his voice is hushed and terrified:]
Emilio?
[Pause.]
H-hey, look, man, I never... I'm sorry about how all that went down, but it's not like you gave him much of a choice-- [His voice is getting higher, louder, tenser with every moment.] I wasn't even the one that ratted you out in the first place! It was that damn cousin of yours, okay?? Mr. White said-- no!
[The image blurs crazily, spinning, and there's a quick flash of something that looks like it might be one of the faceless men. Then the communicator goes flying off into the hallway and lands in the sand, looking up at the ceiling. There's a desperate sort of scrabbling noise, and a wordless shout.
After a few seconds, Jesse runs up and grabs the communicator, thinking he's turning it on, and holds it up to his face. He's wild-eyed and out of breath.]
Hey, uh. Some of them got faces after all.
((OOC: No, they don't. Mysteriously enough, ONLY JESSE will be able to see these "faces."))