tvk | 01 Utensils are better than nothing [Video/Action]

[Looks like whoever's posting accidently pressed the ‘record’ button while searching for the cell phone light. Unfortunately, the cell phone’s screen scarcely acts as one in the dark room. The feeble illumination passes over the ground as the person that controls it moves around a humble apartment. The floor turns from carpet to spotted tile, but these dark spots are too irregular, too blurred, to be any purposeful design. The screen follows these until they merge and stream into a pool.

And then the body of a college-aged student is revealed, one eye still open and unfocused, but the camera doesn’t last there for long. The person holding the phone pulls out the knife that is fully lodged to the tip of its handle in his left eye. It takes an extra tug to remove it. The light of the cell phone moves again towards a wall, and a bloody hand—delicate and pale where bodily fluids do not taint it—flips a light switch on. The camera immediately points to the body. After a second the room lights turn off; the corpse appears the same as ever.

The lights turn back on.

And then off.

And then on.

Off.

On.

Off.

On.

Off.]

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Not missing it much.

I chose to be here. [Or so she thinks.]

Then you're the first of us.

You...don't want to be here?

Uh, no, I want to be here. I just didn't choose it.

Where would you be otherwise?

I guess I wouldn't exist.

Exactly.

And everybody here wants to exist, right?

That's why they run. But fighting back...I usually don't see that. [Finally, she decides to turn the cell phone camera on herself. To think that this new dream shows aspects that have better qualities like courage and resistance brings the scarcest amount of comfort. Still, that amount is enough for her to show a gentle smile that overshadows brittle hair and sallow skin.]

Edited 2011-10-16 19:02 (UTC)

You do this a lot. [Aww, how cute.]

[If they simply come back, it shouldn't matter if she does or doesn't kill them. Sometimes it's necessary to do so, but the majority of times the choice is hers to kill.] Of course you would know.

Heh, I guess I would~

[He likes her a lot.]

...You do this too? [She knows that if there are parts of herself that run away, there should be some that kill their own kind. At the same time, killing each other reflects something more...real than if it was just one person killing the rest. She's not sure if she likes that, but if it is the case, talking to one that shares this unique trait has its own merits.]

Yeah, I'm what you'd call a killer.

Why do you kill? [The tone of her voice is as if speaking to herself, but the question is directed towards him.]

I don't like anything else as much.

Is it that you cannot like anything else? Or everything else is just not as...fun? Would that be like anhe...anhedonia, then. I don't think...

I like a couple other things. I just think this is the coolest.

Cool. [Out of all the things...] To you, or how others look at you?

Uh, to me. Other people usually don't like killing that much.

But we still do it. It's...cool. [She had thought she kills because she could and it didn't matter either way. Thinking it is fun has only occurred once or twice in her mind before.]

I don't care what other people think~

[Not that she realizes it, listening to herself can be far worse and cruel than listening to other people.] That's what I like to hear.

Okay, well, welcome to this place. I've got things to do, but it's nice to see you here.

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