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} 011 - [VIDEO]
Well, isn't this interesting...and it comes right on the heels of several of you failing your test of survival. The nature of this game changes so often...
Do any of you interlopers recognize me? Anyone at all, not just people I know personally. I'm Amanda Young, apprentice to the original Jigsaw. I'm curious about the extent of our infamy.
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} 010 - [VIDEO]
[Amanda's sitting in the dark, grinning. The only light around her is the little that's coming from her comm screen, and the effect makes her seem a lot more sinister than usual. That's good, because she's actually pretty damn scared to be in the dark this way.]
Finally, a true test of this population's survival instinct. Who among you is missing ( Read more... ) -
} 009 - [VIDEO] broadcasting from Level 0
[Although she's locked away in a cell, Amanda is smiling with accomplishment. Her expression is made somewhat grotesque by the state of her right cheek; it's bruised and swollen from a punch, despite her rubber mask softening a little of the blow. She managed to attain an injured cheek, a sprained right wrist and two broken ribs on her left side ( Read more... ) -
} 008 - [VIDEO] - [Private to Victor] - Let the game begin!
[As the video starts, Amanda's holding onto the side of her neck and gasping for breath. There's blood trickling from between her fingers. She's cut the palm of her left hand deep enough to draw a good amount of blood, and is doing a pretty convincing job of making it look like her neck's been sliced open ( Read more... ) -
} 007 [VIDEO] - in which Amanda discovers her own 4th wall, and opens it up for anyone else to break
[Amanda's just standing around, back against the brick wall of a storefront, looking faintly amused but also disturbed. She's in her red coat, the one that lends her a bit of an androgynous shape, and her hair is a mess. She's clearly been wearing something over her head before making this.]I've been proving fairly popular with the people of Salem ( Read more... ) -
} 006 - [VIDEO] - nothing good can possibly come of this
[FILTER: to all wardens except her own. Sorry, Molly.]
I know I'm not very social, but I've become a little curious. How many of you were once inmates here?
[Amanda's sitting in a chair, legs crossed and hands laced together. She wears an expression of genuine, careful thoughfulness, and speaks as if a little humbled.]
To those of you who were, what ( Read more... ) -
} 005 - [VOICE]
[Careful listeners might pick up the sounds of pencil scratching against paper. Amanda's designing something, which means bad news for someone aboard! Why is her comm on? Well, she doesn't even know it is. She's always incredibly careful about her privacy. Blame it on the flood. Anyway, she starts singing to herself, and her voice is AWESOME. I'm ( Read more... ) -
} 004 - [VIDEO]
[Amanda's in a pretty, pale blue dress and pearl jewelry. Her arms are bare and HOLY TRACK MARKS AND CUTTING SCARS, BATMAN. She's wearing a look of wry displeasure.]
Johanna Kramer. Philanthropist.
Someone has a sense of humor.
[Then she smiles softly, smug.]
And Molly, my dear warden...now you find the tables have turned. It is I who hold the power; ( Read more... ) -
} 003 - [VOICE]
That was pointless. Is every "flood" this fucking stupid? I'd rather have stayed dead than be subjected to mindless change.
God. After all that bullshit, I could really use a smoke. I need cigarettes and a lighter. Is anyone willing to spare them?
[OOC: If you're thinking "But normal Amanda, Amanda Young doesn't smoke!," you would be correct. She's ( Read more... ) -
} 002 - [VOICE]
[Those listening can hear the sound of a man crying. Then Amanda speaks in a deep, raspy, male voice:]
This isn't right! I don't deserve...I'm not worthy of...
[And something gets thrown against the wall again.]