[By now, Travis has settled into Abax, more or less. Not that he's happy about it, seeing as he's a southern California native who's been forcibly relocated to a strange, poorly heated city. And in the dead of December. But he's managing as best as he can. He's currently holed up in a video store, awkwardly curled up on a mattress nicked from a ( Read more... )

[The voice on the other end of the line is English. English, and very irritated. This isn't RP English, though. This is a thick, Derby accent. But whilst all the words may not be 100% clear, the tone carries all too well.]

Er. Do you want to tell us what's going on? 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna start kickin' the shit out of you ( Read more... )

[The dark-haired man glaring into the camera has a very...disgruntled expression on his face, to say the least. There's a crinkle of that damned paper gown and his head disappears from the shot--he's holding his phone at arm's length--but he's back a second later, brandishing his little yellow tag at anyone who's currently watching the feed.]

I don' ( 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... )