FIFTEEN ◊Accidental Audio//Video◊
[The audio is filled with thrashing and crashing- screaming, breaking, ear-splitting slams as the communicator is beaten against anything and everything Loz takes a swing at or throws. Feel free to notice a disturbance... His rampage is only heightened by the fact that the communicator had been shocking him, though in his situation, he does nothing to aid himself. It's only luck that he turned the comm on in all of this.
Panicked breathing- hyperventilating even- as he whimpers and moans shrilly to himself, "no... nooo... NO nng..." The disturbance slows to nothing but heavy breathing and whining, as if Loz is trying to remember something, or find something he's lost, circling the room he's currently in. He clutches at his head, pressing the comm against it and the video clicks on. Nothing but darkness, as it's pressed against his head. The camera moves back suddenly, jolts forward, jolts back as he beats the palms of his hands against his head, racking his brain.]
Yaz? YAZ?? YAZOO?! YAZOO!! Stop it stop it- STOP IT!! COME BACK- STOP HIDING FROM ME, YAZOO, I DON'T LIKE IT!!
[The image shakes violently and his boots clomp loudly as he storms another room of the apartment, the rhythmic stomping interrupted every so often by silence as he steps on something cloth or crunching from stepping on splintered furniture and debris. He'd searched this room three times already. There was no place for Yazoo to hide, and if there was, he would have hurt him in all the destruction.
It was the last room they were in together. Sleeping several days ago.
He'd mindlessly searched the apartment ever since until it was nothing but an indoor junkyard. Loz can be seen sliding down the wall and collapsing onto the splintered floor where the image finally straightens out to give a clear, if not darkened view of Loz's face, unaware that the camera is even on. He's slumped there, eyes red, face pale, and nose flushed pink as, for a final time, he thumbs through the channels on the communicator in search of his younger brother's frequency. His other half. ...It's definitely not there. Not this, or the last countless number of times he checked.
The communicator slips carelessly from his grip and he lowers his head into his hands, knees up. The violent growls and shouting don't come back. Instead the raspy groans and quiet whimpering of a man crying take it's place. It's almost childish...]
Yazoo... Yazoooo...
[His frightened breathing picks up again and he gasps like he realizes something and flies into a panic. He's alone. He's all alone with nobody to tell him where he should go or what he should do from here. It freezes him on the spot- was it safe to make a move alone?]
m-M-Mother... MOTHER! MOTHER MOTHER!!
MOTHEEEERRRR!!! --Kadaj...
KADAAAAAAAAJ!!
Panicked breathing- hyperventilating even- as he whimpers and moans shrilly to himself, "no... nooo... NO nng..." The disturbance slows to nothing but heavy breathing and whining, as if Loz is trying to remember something, or find something he's lost, circling the room he's currently in. He clutches at his head, pressing the comm against it and the video clicks on. Nothing but darkness, as it's pressed against his head. The camera moves back suddenly, jolts forward, jolts back as he beats the palms of his hands against his head, racking his brain.]
Yaz? YAZ?? YAZOO?! YAZOO!! Stop it stop it- STOP IT!! COME BACK- STOP HIDING FROM ME, YAZOO, I DON'T LIKE IT!!
[The image shakes violently and his boots clomp loudly as he storms another room of the apartment, the rhythmic stomping interrupted every so often by silence as he steps on something cloth or crunching from stepping on splintered furniture and debris. He'd searched this room three times already. There was no place for Yazoo to hide, and if there was, he would have hurt him in all the destruction.
It was the last room they were in together. Sleeping several days ago.
He'd mindlessly searched the apartment ever since until it was nothing but an indoor junkyard. Loz can be seen sliding down the wall and collapsing onto the splintered floor where the image finally straightens out to give a clear, if not darkened view of Loz's face, unaware that the camera is even on. He's slumped there, eyes red, face pale, and nose flushed pink as, for a final time, he thumbs through the channels on the communicator in search of his younger brother's frequency. His other half. ...It's definitely not there. Not this, or the last countless number of times he checked.
The communicator slips carelessly from his grip and he lowers his head into his hands, knees up. The violent growls and shouting don't come back. Instead the raspy groans and quiet whimpering of a man crying take it's place. It's almost childish...]
Yazoo... Yazoooo...
[His frightened breathing picks up again and he gasps like he realizes something and flies into a panic. He's alone. He's all alone with nobody to tell him where he should go or what he should do from here. It freezes him on the spot- was it safe to make a move alone?]
m-M-Mother... MOTHER! MOTHER MOTHER!!
MOTHEEEERRRR!!! --Kadaj...
KADAAAAAAAAJ!!