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eachdraidh2014-08-08 11:30 pm
mixcds) wrote in eachdraidh2014-08-08 11:30 pm
second shot ☢ VOICE - VIDEO (open to seelie & unseelie)
[It's take a lot of building himself up to making this broadcast. First, he starts with voice. ]
Err - listen, Jem, if you're listening in, close your locket over.
[It's an odd thing to say, but when Kieren switches to video, it should become apparent why. He's bare faced, eyes white with star burst pupils. The more they get used to the light, the more they'll start to look like pin-pricks as the video goes on. There's dark, purple-blue circles under his eyes and a yellowish tint around them. His mouth is blue and slightly black at the sides. He swallows out of habit, the feeling of a phantom lump lingering in his throat.
He looks like death, quite literally. There's a reason he's been mostly using the audio option to communicate. ]
I guess I just wanted to offer full disclosure here. To both courts, really.
[He chews his lower lip. ] So, some of you know my sister already? I don't know how much she's told you about home, if she has at all. But she might have mentioned something called 'The Rising'. You can probably tell where this is going.
[He has no idea how Simon can be so confident about what he is, at home. He wishes he were here now, for support. ]
If she hasn't, well - the dead rose from their graves and started eating brains for a while. It was - well. It wasn't really ideal. I was one of them.
[Well - it feels sort of good to have that off his chest. ] I'm better now, obviously. No brain eating or anything like that. No eating much of anything, really. I just wanted to be honest, I suppose. Better that than keeping it a dirty secret.
[He sucks in a breath. ] So yeah. That's that, then.
Err - listen, Jem, if you're listening in, close your locket over.
[It's an odd thing to say, but when Kieren switches to video, it should become apparent why. He's bare faced, eyes white with star burst pupils. The more they get used to the light, the more they'll start to look like pin-pricks as the video goes on. There's dark, purple-blue circles under his eyes and a yellowish tint around them. His mouth is blue and slightly black at the sides. He swallows out of habit, the feeling of a phantom lump lingering in his throat.
He looks like death, quite literally. There's a reason he's been mostly using the audio option to communicate. ]
I guess I just wanted to offer full disclosure here. To both courts, really.
[He chews his lower lip. ] So, some of you know my sister already? I don't know how much she's told you about home, if she has at all. But she might have mentioned something called 'The Rising'. You can probably tell where this is going.
[He has no idea how Simon can be so confident about what he is, at home. He wishes he were here now, for support. ]
If she hasn't, well - the dead rose from their graves and started eating brains for a while. It was - well. It wasn't really ideal. I was one of them.
[Well - it feels sort of good to have that off his chest. ] I'm better now, obviously. No brain eating or anything like that. No eating much of anything, really. I just wanted to be honest, I suppose. Better that than keeping it a dirty secret.
[He sucks in a breath. ] So yeah. That's that, then.
videoooo;
[He sounds like he means it. His voice is tight; too many people have died, because of him. He's lost too many friends, killed too many people too.
No one else can die on his watch. ]
As for the treatment - I've got my six month supply with me here. Are they killing people, where you're from? To find a cure?
videoooo;
the video abruptly shuts off--it's for just a few minutes, because thomas needs ten seconds to compose himself, to not flashback (there's a dusty road and a scorched out sky, there's a boy with blonde hair and pale skin and bloody fingers and he's familiar and ruined, bloodshot eyes and red welts where parts of his hair used to be--
and he says, please, tommy please, and there's hope and misery in a pair of brown eyes he'd looked into a thousand times, just on the precipice of madness, holding the gun to his forehead and begging, and tommy was obedient, he'd always been obedient, and he shot his best friend--
it feels like he can't breathe, like he's right back there with newt over him, screaming for him to do it, to stop being such a coward (he was a coward and newt had always hated him ) and it's the voice and the blonde hair, the accent, of wry jokes and a kind hand to a new, scared greenie, and thomas killed him, for being just like kieren was, now ) and when he does return the video function, the locket trembles, as if his hands were shaking. in and out, thomas, in and out. ]
Sorry. [ he doesn't offer much explanation besides that, though, his voice kind of hollow. ] The...the only way they think they can find a cure is through the brains of the immune. If they can localize the gene that protects the brain from the effects of the virus, then they can make a vaccine or something.
[ when he's wiping the fog from his brain and trying to pretend he didn't just have a total freakout, thomas realizes something. ] Only six months?
videoooo;
[He hopes, anyway. But there's the other thing. ] How many people are immune? Are they - killing them, for experiments?