(Posted a few minutes after
this.)
[At first there’s just a disorienting jumble of sound and shaky-cam, like the hands holding the NV are none too coordinated and can’t seem to get it together. The frame stops on something that doesn’t immediately register as anything recognizable, because normal legs don’t bend like that. After a few seconds of the obviously broken-in-two-places leg (and the blood staining the jeans over it), it flips around disorientingly to reveal Chuck.
Or at least, it looks like him. It’s hard to tell through a broken nose, swollen jaw, and mass of ugly bruises and bloodied cuts on his face and neck. He looks like he got the business end of Tyler Durden on a bad day then fed through a wood chipper. Someone with sharp eyes who looks near the bottom of the frame might notice bruising at his throat, but it's hard to make out in shadow. For a second Chuck’s tongue pokes out as he concentrates on something he’s doing to the NV, but almost immediately he winces and withdraws it again- wincing again at the slight movement of his jaw.
After only a few seconds, maybe 9 or 10, he looks right at the lens suddenly, noticing the feed on with a startled, disturbingly hoarse rasp of breath.] Shit--
[It shuts off again.]
[Text: private to Jinx and Gabriel]
It’s done. Lucifer won’t come after you or the baby. You’re all safe.
Unrelated. Gabriel, can you heal?
[Text: private to Peter]
Help. In the old bball court near that Asian grocery. The one in Sector 9. hurry
((ooc: Open to action threads as well! He's in a small basketball court sandwiched between two smallish streets near where sector 9 meets 4 and 8. He's in pretty bad shape, y'all. Someone will almost certainly get there before Peter does, and there might be some mild time conflicts with who gets where when, but we can work it out! ^____^ ))