cape_kore | 001 Video | Day 45

[Static flickers, the image of what looks perhaps altogether too much like another corpse visible between the stuttering lines of interference. This corpse, however, is not a familiar one. The view is pointed upward, showing the body to be that of a man, leaning against a tree near the edge of the forest, dressed in slightly ratty, Victorian-esque clothing and spattered with blood, oil, grease, and gods know what else. Though the picture sometimes cuts back and forth to black and white, there's enough time with color to show that his skin is tinged an unhealthy shade of yellow which has gone a little green in places, including along the edges of the dark circles that mark his slightly sunken eye sockets and around the bruises visible through the scruff and stubble along his jaw. Creamy, off-white lines and crusted smudges mark various wounds, all of which appear to be in some stage of healing, including the most prominent of them, a thin line that spans the base of his throat, just above his collarbone. It's obviously fairly fresh, even though it's already closed over, as it's one of the injuries that looks somewhat raw at the edges.

Now, squint and you might almost be able to tell that-- oh, yes-- yes, he's breathing, before the video is consumed by static and the audio picks up a thick, British accent draped over a raw-throated voice.]

Hn? Well, this is-- interesting.

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[Holy shit is right! Disembodied voices coming from the general vicinity of his wrist? This is knew and also OH GOD THERE IS A MACHINE ATTACHED TO HIM. If she could see his face right now--]

I seem to have died and descended into hell. [Insert the sound of frantic motion as he tries to remove this device until pain happens and muttering.] Christ on the bloody cross.

That thing is stuck there, I think. [Yeeeaah. She tried the same thing. It went nowhere.]

...that is genuinely the most accurate description I've ever heard of this place and you've only been here a few minutes. Nice. I'm impressed.

Brilliant.

[He has no control over the fact that the video flickers in and out, like his communicator is a living thing, as it probably would have been back home. He apparently just has that affect on technology these days. What it shows is a look of exhaustion but his lips do twitch at the odd compliment.]

Though I seem to have lost my hard-won freedom, my descriptive accuracy remains intact. [A pause, then a helpless, choked laugh.] I feel as if I'm conversing with my own hand.

[There's a redhead smiling at him just a bit. It's a half-smile. One that's clearly not used often.]

I can always come to you. I need out of my house, anyway. Have you noticed the cameras, yet?

[It looks as if he's about to speak before the question leads him to stop and frown. The word "cameras" is a foreign one but he looks around nonetheless. Everything about his current location is strange and new and that look on his face is one that's resigned to being tremendously lost.]

If you wish. I have no means by which to indicate precisely where I am, of course.

It's a small place. I can find you. [Uh...] Ignore how creepy that sounded.

[Well, that gets a bit of a laugh anyway.]

Rest assured, I have heard far worse.

I'm Charlie.

Oliver Sumner, at your service. [If she were present and he weren't a pile of injury, he'd probably have just bowed.] Dare I ask where exactly I find myself?

A place called Cape Kore, I think. I have no idea where that's located. I also don't know much past we've been kidnapped. There's no safe way out. [The sea doesn't count because that's water and Charlie doesn't do water or oceans or swimming.]

Past that, I'm afraid that's all I can tell you.

[Really, she's just stuck on the fact that she's once again at the mercy of douche bag scientists.]

Did you hear anything about a house for you to stay in, yet?

Cape Kore. [The repetition has the sound of something that doesn't set right on the tongue, like it tastes foul. And he's only been here for a matter of minutes! What little Charlie's been able to tell him, however, has been more than enough.] This is hardly how I was hoping to spend my afterlife, suddenly feeling quite as if I've become some unknown entity's-- pet.

["Scientists" he wouldn't understand but he's been at the mercy of "gods" who were quite painfully active in his life. Her question, though, brings up a very new topic.]

To be quite honest, I had yet to consider accommodations.

Afterlife? [That explains the injuries.] Interesting.

So, forward as this may sound, I have room in my place. For now,t here's just me. I'm in ten.

001 Video | Day 45 | Oliver Sumner

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