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savetheearth2013-04-14 10:53 pm
earnedmystripes) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-14 10:53 pm
[Video/iPhone camera]
Haaaa?
[The video on the network shows a middle-aged man, perhaps in his late thirties, staring in evident confusion. From what can be seen through the camera, his apartment is something of a mess, clothes haphazardly lying on the couch and floor and beer cans and bottles strewn around everywhere. At his side is a clipping from the newspaper, with coupons for pizza--which may explain what Kotetsu was trying to do when he punched in his number by mistake.]
Oi, you. [He flicks at the screen, as if personally offended by it.] Eye-phone thingy. You were supposed to call the pizza place, not randomly start recording a video.
[He sighs, grumbling to himself and unaware what he thinks is an internal “video” recording is actually broadcasting to at least a dozen others.]
Don’t see anything “smart” about this phone. What’s the point of a phone that takes pictures and goes on the internet if it can’t make calls???
I had to back up over my old one in that parking lot, didn’t I...
[Aaaand he dumps the phone unceremoniously on the couch, leaving the recording running as he goes to hunt down the instruction manual and hope he didn’t toss it out.]
[The video on the network shows a middle-aged man, perhaps in his late thirties, staring in evident confusion. From what can be seen through the camera, his apartment is something of a mess, clothes haphazardly lying on the couch and floor and beer cans and bottles strewn around everywhere. At his side is a clipping from the newspaper, with coupons for pizza--which may explain what Kotetsu was trying to do when he punched in his number by mistake.]
Oi, you. [He flicks at the screen, as if personally offended by it.] Eye-phone thingy. You were supposed to call the pizza place, not randomly start recording a video.
[He sighs, grumbling to himself and unaware what he thinks is an internal “video” recording is actually broadcasting to at least a dozen others.]
Don’t see anything “smart” about this phone. What’s the point of a phone that takes pictures and goes on the internet if it can’t make calls???
I had to back up over my old one in that parking lot, didn’t I...
[Aaaand he dumps the phone unceremoniously on the couch, leaving the recording running as he goes to hunt down the instruction manual and hope he didn’t toss it out.]
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I don't know all the details, but there are weird things happening to people all around the city. Someone tried going to the police about it. He got killed. So be careful about that.
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When he finally responds, the message is more sloppily typed than the others, no capitalization or punctuation. It's not an echo just yet, but his heart sure is beating fast in his chest.]
do you have proof of this
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[He, uh, hasn't watched it himself all the way. Felt too sick.]
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--and then there's that sudden intense thudding in his ears again, that tunnel vision, and in that moment there's a flash of a symbol before the gunshots ring out and he's pulled forcibly back into the present.
They killed him. They killed that kid for asking for help, the help the cops are there for except apparently not. Kotetsu's first thought is to resign, to march back into that police station and turn in his badge and his gun and be done with it, but that thought brings its own overwhelming surge of panic and he backs away from it quickly.
(Besides that, if he were to quit suddenly like that, surely they'd get suspicious and kill him, too)
Some fifteen minutes later, he replies, hands still shaking violently.]
sso thats it
th fire. itwas them. not that jack guy ont he news
[He'd believed it, too. Wondered for the millionth time over the course of his career how someone could do something so disgusting. How many criminals that he'd help lock up over the years were really criminals, after all?]
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If people here are paranoid, well part of it's always personal. But a lot of it's that. I don't know if there's anyone we can go to. We've just got each other.
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dammit
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you too