[Somehow Inara's managed to start the camera's feed. It might have been when she awoke, gasping for air, clutching her phone tightly in her hands as she scrambled off of the cold mental table.

Her hands fall to her side, and a momentary flash of bare thigh is shown before being replaced by the interior of the morgue.]

Wǒde tiān. [Her voice is ( Read more... )

[This video feed is shot at a somewhat awkward angle, as Bethany holds her phone in her lap while twirling a pistol around in her hands. The littlest Hawke has never seen a gun in her life, so her handling of it may not be entirely safe, but she's being careful - it looks menacing enough that she knows to be gentle with it. Besides, it's not hers ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )