Sixteen Stitches † [video] [backdated]
[The video feed shakily comes to life. For all that's known, the user hadn't realized the function being as such -- honestly, he isn't noticing much of anything right now. The area is dark, and things are eerily quiet save for ragged, shallow breathing.
And slowly, into focus. With Bakura, half-lying against what looks to be an olden wooden crate. The boy's face is covered with various cuts and bruises, presumably from falling (several times, even), complexion chalk white and expression looking distantly fearful. Not much. But what can be seen of his cause for turning the device on in the first place; his shoulder: long, deep jagged slashes torn through the fabric and flesh. His entire left arm is now more or less soaked with blood, it caking around the wounded area, dripping down in rivulets, and generally looking... not pretty.
After a few moments of uneasy silence, in which he had seemed to drift out of it, he speaks in barely a whisper, voice hoarse:]
In the w-warehouses.. C... Can someone please...
[A pause. He closes his eyes momentarily, too weak to even wince properly.]
... h-help me.
(ooc: no he has not been sitting in there for two days LMAO. Backdated to the 24th, because i fail @ lif. Takes place shortly after this thread. commentlogs are welcome.)
And slowly, into focus. With Bakura, half-lying against what looks to be an olden wooden crate. The boy's face is covered with various cuts and bruises, presumably from falling (several times, even), complexion chalk white and expression looking distantly fearful. Not much. But what can be seen of his cause for turning the device on in the first place; his shoulder: long, deep jagged slashes torn through the fabric and flesh. His entire left arm is now more or less soaked with blood, it caking around the wounded area, dripping down in rivulets, and generally looking... not pretty.
After a few moments of uneasy silence, in which he had seemed to drift out of it, he speaks in barely a whisper, voice hoarse:]
In the w-warehouses.. C... Can someone please...
[A pause. He closes his eyes momentarily, too weak to even wince properly.]
... h-help me.
(ooc: no he has not been sitting in there for two days LMAO. Backdated to the 24th, because i fail @ lif. Takes place shortly after this thread. commentlogs are welcome.)