01 Utensils are better than nothing [Video/Action]

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Comments

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

Uh, but... people might think you're the one who killed him if you keep the knife.

Besides, there's plenty of knives to be bought at stores, I'm sure. Why would you want one that's been... inside somebody?

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

Do you care? Was this man important to you? No, I don't think he was.

The knife has proved its use.

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

No, but...

[Okay, this girl is starting to weird him out a little. Okay, maybe a lot.]

Wait, you don't mean you actually...? [Seriously the wrong question to ask, Bridge.]

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

If you don't care, or even if you did...then there's no problem.

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

There kinda is. You can't just go around murdering people as you please. I mean, unless he actually attacked you first or something.

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

[Her voice drops to a whisper, and she turns the camera on herself. Here's where things get complicated...] He would have hurt me. [Of course, she believes this of everyone.]

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[Yeah, that does kind of complicate things a bit. Since Bridge is a little too trusting of people. Even if they are apparent murderers.]

Uhm, well, I guess... that could have been the case. But I mean there are other ways to disarm somebody and keep them from hurting you without, you know... killing them. I mean, there's pepper spray.

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

...I didn't--I didn't have anything when I came here. [Of course she wouldn't. She abandoned everything before the end. She clutches the knife.]


This was all I could use.

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

...Uh, yeah, everyone arrives the same way.

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

I had to use it. It was the only way. It was either me or him. And I'm tired of being hurt.

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

[Okay, even without his psychic powers that kind of pinged him. Cue complete awkwardness.]

Wait, hold on. Nobody is going to hurt you, okay? Well, those things are another story, but they can't get to you unless you go outside during the midnight hour. I think.

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

You're lying.

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

I'm not!

At least, I don't think I am?

I mean, who would want to hurt a little girl?

Or anyone for that matter.

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

['Who would want to hurt a little girl'? Does she really have to answer that? She grips her arm, looking away.]

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

[Smooth, Bridge. That lack of power is certainly catching up with you now.]

A-ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I've just never--

[He stops short because, for once, he actually realizes what he's saying is doing way more hurt than help. Maybe he should just...]

Uhm, I don't know where you are, but... There's a hotel here. They can provide you with your own room, food, clothes, and a bit of money. You should probably head there.

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

[It's definitely not that she's offended. He's reminded her of something she'd rather not remember, and while intrusive memories do not fully resurface, the feeling of unpleasantness is still there.

As a result, his words do not fall helpful on this girl's ears, even though she knows free room and clothes would be the best option.] Leave me alone. [She is still a child.]

[buttery-tech.livejournal.com]

[Despite the protests of his own mind, maybe... that's what she actually needed right now. He was going to have to realize sooner or later that he can't exactly help everyone the way he wants to. But if he ever gets another chance...]

Listen, if you need anything, call for me. I'm Bridge. Bridge Carson. Just... try to be careful, okay?

[notafraid2dream.livejournal.com]

[Is--is that care, when just a little earlier she felt he was angry with her? No, she can't trust him just yet, either. But he at least offered her his name.] Ma...Madotsuki.

[With her name given back, an act she thinks is a grave mistake, she turns off her cell phone.]