[Cecil turns it on. He's not quite sure why, but he has, and he stares quietly at the device. It's dark, but he's in a kitchen, sitting on a counter. He just continues to stare at it for a few good minutes before he finally speaks again.]

In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he ( Read more... )

[The post starts out with Cecil's lips, slightly open. A dark, red liquid drips forward... blood, most likely. It glistens eerily with the moonlight shining only on the left side of his face--it's not from an open source.

Yes, Cecil's still hiding from you cops.]

If the madness is focusing on red eyes... can I play?

[And the communicator swings ( Read more... )

T-that... the feeling...

I wish it was real.