Entry: 15; [Video // Stolen Network device]: I am an artist...
[The screen flickers on and shows the wall of what looks like a small ally. Painted on the wall is a large, red swastika - though one of its arms isn't as long as the others.
Just below it, there is someone lying on the ground - a woman those who take a closer look could identify as one Willow Rosenberg. Her eyes remain slightly open, but there is no life in them anymore. No wonder, since her chest and stomach look a mess, hardly recognisable for a human's upper body at all. It shines in the brilliant red of fresh, inner blood and if there should be ribs sticking out, for some reason there aren't.
Rip stands beside the nearly finished symbol on the wall with a dipped in red brush in her hands and licks a few spots - just as red - on her lips away. As she speaks, the voice might remind you of the first video. Or does it?]
I'm running out of paint...
[At first she appears to talk to herself, but then she tilts her head to the side, looking at something off-screen. Listening. If you had been Rip in this moment, you would have been able to hear other voices --
If you press on her harder I bet more'll come out~!
Nfu~ And it's such a lovely color either way~
-- but since you aren't, all you can hear is Rip's reply.]
Ohh, it is. What a pity she can't admire it herself.
[Another pause:
It matches her hair ♥
At least the bitch has done us the favor of coordinating herself~
Rip smiles.]
Yes, how considerate of her!
[And the video transmission shuts itself off again.]
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[[ooc: I bring you victim#2. Please remember that you can only hear Rip's voice, no one else's.]]
Just below it, there is someone lying on the ground - a woman those who take a closer look could identify as one Willow Rosenberg. Her eyes remain slightly open, but there is no life in them anymore. No wonder, since her chest and stomach look a mess, hardly recognisable for a human's upper body at all. It shines in the brilliant red of fresh, inner blood and if there should be ribs sticking out, for some reason there aren't.
Rip stands beside the nearly finished symbol on the wall with a dipped in red brush in her hands and licks a few spots - just as red - on her lips away. As she speaks, the voice might remind you of the first video. Or does it?]
I'm running out of paint...
[At first she appears to talk to herself, but then she tilts her head to the side, looking at something off-screen. Listening. If you had been Rip in this moment, you would have been able to hear other voices --
If you press on her harder I bet more'll come out~!
Nfu~ And it's such a lovely color either way~
-- but since you aren't, all you can hear is Rip's reply.]
Ohh, it is. What a pity she can't admire it herself.
[Another pause:
It matches her hair ♥
At least the bitch has done us the favor of coordinating herself~
Rip smiles.]
Yes, how considerate of her!
[And the video transmission shuts itself off again.]
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[[ooc: I bring you victim#2. Please remember that you can only hear Rip's voice, no one else's.]]