( v i d e o )

[owlcreation]

[ there’s the sharp hiss of static and the flicker of light. the sharp hiss of static and the dying of noise – as the video shakes on. shivers. on. as it seems to capture, dimly, the broad lengths of a hall. a school, perhaps, but – that seems of little interest. to whoever is recording. whatever is recording. as --

despite darkness, despite the split that mars the image of these figures gathered in the hall, there is the glint of a gun and the whiteness of hair. kouichi’s. a familiar and unfamiliar uniform. and – it seems a stand-off, as the blond with the gun presses the barrel of the gun against the back of kouichi’s head. Whatever conversation, utterly missed. utterly absent – though perhaps you might read lips. perhaps – but, there’s silence. after a moment. after a minute, before --

the a tall, blond on the left sudden makes a sharp movement. suddenly jerks his arm. back and up. and there’s nothing, for a long moment, but smoke and scraping recoil of shoes. hacks and coughs. though, as if trained, the camera seems to follow kouichi. seems to catch him crossing his arms up and in front of his face. though they do not remain there for long, stay there for long, as a flurry of action happens all at once.

the blond calls to his partner to get going – and a young man with startling pink hair moves abruptly to follow. kouichi shifts into a cleaner stance – reaches up to the man’s hair. pulls as he lifts his knee. and there’s a hard connect, as the man seems to go rigid in pain. seems to send the gun skittering. as the smoke seems to clear. as kouichi moves, again, to bring his knee up. a second –- and the sound cuts in, grainy: ]

"Wait... Wait! Listen to what I have to say.” [ the others pause - but, kouichi’s not hearing it. he brings his head down to meet his knee again. sharply, and though he seems to endure it – his next words are notably delayed, pleading: ]

“Listen to...!"

[ but, someone is. and the man with the dark hair moves to kouichi’s elbow roughly. abruptly. barking: ]

"Stop now!" [ punctuated, as he tugs him away: ] "Aizawa!"

[ and the motion is enough to make him let go. let the man drop. and he falls hard to the tile, hands splayed out. face bloodied, as if displayed, as he tips his head back. tries his best to breathe in, though it sounds wet. but, there’s a quick track back. as kouichi turns to look at him – startled: ]

"What are you talking about?" [ the expression says enough. says more than enough. but, whoever it is he is speaking to seems much too patient in such a situation – almost as if he’s accustomed. and his answer is empathic: ]

"He's asking you to listen!" [ and something seems to morph in kouichi’s expression at the sound of that demand. at the sound of that request. something seems to sharpen – in disbelief. anger. perhaps-- ]

"There's no need to! This guy wanted to kill Miharu-kun and the others just now, don't you get it?!" [ and there’s no mistaking it. no mistaking it, as his voice seems to steadily rise. seems to broadcast incredulity. and it echoes in the lines of his body – shoulders tense – especially, especially – whoever grabbed him seems to disregard it, irritated: ]

"That's why you should avoid making needless killings!" [ while they’re quarreling – the other two have seem to have taken-off downstairs. even though there’s a callback: "You're too naive, sensei." ]

[ and that seems to trigger something in kouichi. seems to make something break as his expression shifts. again. as his eyes lower, widen – still shocked. still angry. and he seems to fix his gaze on his captured elbow as he starts to speak – more to himself, for a moment: ] "Saying that in a situation like this...” [ and then he’s sharply yanking his elbow from him. furious. and it radiates out, in voice and in posture. in the deep furrowing of his eyebrows. teeth almost bared: ] “Give me a break! Thobari-sensei! Just what are you protecting?!"

[ a gunshot. and it punctuates – a sudden welling of blood. a darkness. and thobari’s expression morphs into one of shock. perhaps terror. they’d forgotten, it seems. they’d forgotten about the man kouichi had restrained. they’d forgotten the gun – and it’s too late. and it’s too late, as the blood continues to seep. the trajectory evident. straight through kouichi's back. straight through – but he’s speaking. was it his -- ? ]

"... Ah. This is cruel.” [ he’s staggering forward. falling forward. almost too – and the image seems to shiver. shake. seems to fizzle out. fading: ] “This is all your fault, Thobari-sensei. I'm dying because of your naivety.” [ and his hands are landing upon his chest. pushing with what little he has left. and it sets thobari off-balance. sends him stumbling, backward. down the stairs. ] "This is how you're going to kill--" [ the sound fails. and everything seems to slow. everything seems to happen at once, as he collapses against the tile. as he falls against the tile. blood welling. out and out –

out and – the video freezes. fumbles.

cuts out.]

(ooc: may or may not be super delayed responses! give the boy a few hours, 'k. lmfao. :c )

Comments

[thekidsare0kay]

that looked liike iit hurt.

[exceedingwords]

Being Shot Generally Is Not A Pleasant Experience Yes

[thekidsare0kay]

yeah, not that ii've experiienced iit per2onally, but ii 2ympathiize, man.

[quicktoreward]

Oh...god.

[cattish]

Ah.

[cattish]

Aren't you finished playing yet? Get back up already.

[cattish]

[thirty seconds later:]

That was so ugly.

[cattish]

[ten seconds.]

This is boring.

[cattish]

[forty.]

Hurry up. Everything will finish without you.

[cattish]

Unless you were going to do "that" now?

[cattish]

[thirty seconds again.]

The longer you stay down, the more ugly it's getting.

[cattish]

[two minutes.]

Whatever. Catch up with us when you're done or I'll leave you behind.

[and she's done.]

( locked: a few hours after he cleans-up that mess )

[owlcreation]

Urgh... Why is it that I'm stuck with such ugly deaths? It's --

[ give him a minute to scroll up. jfc, shijima. way to spam his phone up. ]

( locked )

[owlcreation]

That's not being subtle at all!

[exceedingwords]

Well Then

[unknownrival]

...No. That's awful...

[He hadn't expected it at all.]

[sandinmyboots]

I knew it. I knew it! He is a killer! Too bad that guy's incompetence got him killed.

Travel to the Phantom Train safely, kid.

[cattish]

A "killer", is that it? Why do you say that?

[sandinmyboots]

Because he is. I don't know why it's such a big deal for him to admit it. It's not like anyone on the community would mind, and we can all keep a secret. He's got good technique, too.

[callmeimouto]

H...hey.... what the hell just-...?!

[timey_wimey]

[ LOCKED. ]

[timey_wimey]

... making a shot in the dark here, and I really do hope I'm right, but you know, Shijima's not really very subtle.

( locked )

[owlcreation]

I had a thought you would see that.

1/2

[shadow_spread]

 

[locked]

[shadow_spread]

[Yeah guess who else noticed Shijima.]

...You can survive that?