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dramadramaduck2012-08-01 06:43 pm
tyranngott) wrote in dramadramaduck2012-08-01 06:43 pm
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[The lights are low, allowing one to just barely see the flickering computer screens that are strewn all over the room. The room certainly isn't lacking in advanced technology--or cold, stainless steel tables, for that matter. Something tawny and spotted is writhing upon one of them, snarling and screaming in pain, fear, and outrage. William Birkin is huddled in one corner, looking both apprehensive and very, very eager, scribbling violently at his notebook from time to time though his eyes don't dare leave the scene. A low, thoughtful hum comes from somewhere a little offscreen, and Wesker soon steps into the picture. There's the flash of something sharp in his right hand before the scalpel cuts deep and the animal howls once more.]
[Something black and writhing bursts forth from the torn muscle of the beast, snaking through the air even as the entire body of the animal shudders in the unmistakable throes of death. Wesker hums once more, absently wiping his hands on a nearby towel before he reaches out to snatch a tentacle to hold it still. Sensing the attack, its comrades rally to its aid, striking out, squeezing, trying to slice or poison or do whatever they can to come out on top.]
[One may see the muscles ripple throughout the older man's arm before, with a simple, savage yank, one of the tendrils is torn free. The shriek takes on an even higher, more agonized pitch than before, but Wesker hardly seems to notice. No, he's more concerned with carefully preserving his retrieved specimen, and yes, he is still humming. It seems as though he's enjoying himself, and he'll pause to glance at Birkin as though checking to see if the man has gotten all the data he's required.]
Any fruitful endeavors you've partaken in, as of late? [Absently addressing the community now, because of course he was well aware that the video was on. Don't mind the soft whimpering, or the steady drip of blood and... other fluids. Wesker certainly isn't.]
[Something black and writhing bursts forth from the torn muscle of the beast, snaking through the air even as the entire body of the animal shudders in the unmistakable throes of death. Wesker hums once more, absently wiping his hands on a nearby towel before he reaches out to snatch a tentacle to hold it still. Sensing the attack, its comrades rally to its aid, striking out, squeezing, trying to slice or poison or do whatever they can to come out on top.]
[One may see the muscles ripple throughout the older man's arm before, with a simple, savage yank, one of the tendrils is torn free. The shriek takes on an even higher, more agonized pitch than before, but Wesker hardly seems to notice. No, he's more concerned with carefully preserving his retrieved specimen, and yes, he is still humming. It seems as though he's enjoying himself, and he'll pause to glance at Birkin as though checking to see if the man has gotten all the data he's required.]
Any fruitful endeavors you've partaken in, as of late? [Absently addressing the community now, because of course he was well aware that the video was on. Don't mind the soft whimpering, or the steady drip of blood and... other fluids. Wesker certainly isn't.]