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tvk2011-10-14 03:31 pm
notafraid2dream.livejournal.com) wrote in tvk2011-10-14 03:31 pm
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.]
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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[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.
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This was all I could use.
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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.
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At least, I don't think I am?
I mean, who would want to hurt a little girl?
Or anyone for that matter.
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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.
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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.]
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Listen, if you need anything, call for me. I'm Bridge. Bridge Carson. Just... try to be careful, okay?
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[With her name given back, an act she thinks is a grave mistake, she turns off her cell phone.]