¡peligro! x 006 x accidental video

[gloryisbullshit]

[OOC: cut for blood/death/self-harm/TRIGGERFIESTA]




J-Jet. Jet. Jet sT. [Just his fingers pressed against the camera, because he's pretty sure he can still operate this thing. The camera gets his fingertips and a red smear from the blood coating his hands. Quick shallow breathing, voice gutty and thick as he tries to work this thing, get control of his hands--] Jesstar, I need--I need hhh--

[Help, needs help, he needs help. The camera is obscured by red, but the visuals shift behind the mask to a soundtrack of collision--hollow thunk against porcelain, shoes squeaking on wet tile, and a miserable yelp when he crashes to the floor. Help. He needs help. He goes to say so, but his breath is caught, voice stuck behind it and blood slipping around them both in a frantic hurry to leave his body.

[He's a little beyond help.]

[OOC: BOY'S DEAD, sliced up the back of his neck and shredded his left wrist in an attempt to get out a microchip that wasn't there. He started in the bathtub for cleanliness sake, but you'll find him on the floor by the sink. Ruined the area rug. Sorry.]

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[goodluckkobra]

Ghoul needs you. Just go back. Please.

[retrograding]

No, I don't think I will.

[goodluckkobra]

[ He rounds on Jet. ] Why not? You think you're my fuckin' dad? My dad's dead, Jet. Everyone is dead. You know what else? We're all gonna die. You an' me and' Ghoul? We're gonna die bloody and painful, because if this place doesn't get us and Dracs don't get us, we're all going to grow tentacles and our insides are going to explode.

[ It's possible Kobra has no clue how cancer really works. ]

[retrograding]

We're going to - what? [ O... kay, tentacles aside, Jet frowns. ] I assure you, I'm aware of death. I know that it is coming for us - I know that it already has. But until it does, we're going to live. Acting like a petulant teenager is not going to get anybody anywhere.

I just don't want you to severely hurt yourself.

[goodluckkobra]

Nothing severe. Yes, sir.

[ Petulant? Who's fuckin' petulant? ]

Anything else? Should I lay off the sex, too? Be less stupid? Party always wanted me to be less stupid.

[retrograding]

Kobra Kid. [ Okay, Jet is done fucking around. His voice gets a little sharper. ] All I ask - all I ask for any of you - is to make decisions that won't ruin you, or our crew.

You know I don't care who you have sex with, Kobra, as long as it doesn't hurt you in the long run. And I'm sure Party feels the same way.

[goodluckkobra]

[ That's not what Party had said to Kobra, but whatever. Kobra's over it. His stupid brother thought he was stupid, too. So what? ]

Go back to Ghoul. I'll be fine.