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[Video] Week 4, Day 3

[Click, darkness. Click, light. Bright sunlight. You can't really see where it's coming from, but what is unmistakeable is the stark contrast and sharp detail it brings the picture into. And the picture is the picture of a foot; not just any foot: a slim, almost dainty girl's foot, with a fading tan except for where sandal straps formerly covered it and flawless -- or flawless if not for the gaping wound located on it. It's not very big and circular; clearly a bullet wound. The closeup and almost deliberate-seeming lighting clearly show the opened flesh and the blood flowing from it, trickling in small, oh so proper rivulets down to the toes. Long toes that would be quite flexible in any other situation.

Maybe by now, you can hear a faint groan in a girlish voice.

Because it hurts, ohgod it hurts so much. Asano Rin is no stranger to pain, but still she's gotten away lucky, up to now. Minor bruises and scratches as a child, things that may have bled profusely and stung for a little, but weren't really dangerous; a slit in her belly that she'd been prepared for; and then dislocating her own thumb. The wind being knocked out of her lungs as Isaku threw her and the wind was knocked out of her lungs. Just recently, when she'd literally relived her childhood, a few more scratches.

In conclusion, this is different. It throbs in a constant pain, obnoxious enough not to go away after the first shocking impact. Right now, Rin's whole consciousness is filled by barely anything but hurt, blurring out all the other million thoughts (recent event, becoming a child, and then turning back, and already being in the clutches of this man, who was still a stranger to her but not his ways, oh no), dimming them to whispers that were enough to make her paranoid but not enough to truly alarm her out of her sort of pain-blinded state. Her head has lulled to the side, off kilter, but you can't see that yet, just wait.

The camera starts panning upward, from where her foot is standing on the grassy, mossy ground up her pale leg, pale as the sandal-strap marks, the muscles of which are tense; then further up still to her hip that is wrapped in the torn remains of her underskirt to just barely cover her most private parts. And then on and on, over a flat tummy that has a scar running down the abdomen and small, but round breasts, entirely exposed. The camera may have lingered there for a moment, but then it's already past the shoulder and neck on that head. That head that is kinda nodding forward and sideways, but still the expression is clear: contorted with pain, brown eyes wide, eyebrows slanted downward. Both are obscured a little by the bangs handing down in front of them, and her mouth is a little open, showing a hint of teeth.]

[Joker's arm is flush along her shoulder, buddy-buddy, because now, really, truly, they are buddies. He knows about her screams, and he knows about her childhood worries and mommy dependency, and he thinks he's got her number, this loudmouthed kid who couldn't even dodge a bullet to the foot. This loud-mouth girl without the guts, without courage, without stamina, who stands there and says she's sick of it and complains {just like a woman [bleeding bags of whores] so weak and pathetic and [dissonant] ineffective} and then can't even fight back.

Well, not that she had much of a chance. But who wants to play fair? a waste of time, a waste.

A hint of teeth and sweat on her face, and a blast of joy on his as the camera leaves his white, dirtied fingers, lazily supporting her body, and slides up to his high cheek bones and delighted, toothy grin. The lines on his face seem lighter, this time; as if a collagen injection, but obviously none found.]

You know, Rin, I was disappointed when I found out my pal Yukari couldn't bring me anymore bullets. Really tragic. But we can make this fun, can't we, pal?

[He gives her shoulder a squeeze, and purposefully seems to drag her about the ground a bit. The camera jostles -- it's now apparent the purple, yukata clad man is the film creator. He slips it down the ground, now becoming mood with her bleeding foot, and then back up to his face and hers.]

She's a beaut, ain't she, boys?

[It takes her a little. Her mind is still reeling with owowow it hurts, so there's a delay between Joker's uttering of his scornful, taunting words and their registering in her brain. But somehow, it seeps through, maybe because it's just that inflammatory. Much like the wound on her foot. But then he's already squeezing her shoulder, and she winces, and dragging her about, which elicits a hiss and then a full-on growl. She's had it, she thinks, she's had it more than enough. Already did before this whole business, when he was just talking to her. Well, now she has certainty. That her suspicions were true. And she can't even laugh, doesn't have energy to -- not even mentally. What a sad, sad world this is. But she closes her mouth, clams it all up, and her eyebrows slant downwards even further (if it's possible at all), and then she speaks.]

S... stop that.

[She was just putting one foot in front of the other as he dragged her, so as to not keel over, but now she's steadying her stance, trying to put up resistance. Not that she didn't do enough of that before, she thinks, but she's not one to give up. Like hell, she thinks. Who does he think he is? Who dies that asshole think he is? She feels indignant and enraged and oh-so-very helpless, and that fuels it even more. About this whole mess, having her clothes ripped off and then being shot -- way too quick for her to react; she didn't even see him pull out his teppo. Weird-looking teppo that it is. Rin is not used to such weapons, wasn't expecting it. Manji would scold her, and Anotsu especially. She has no energy to rage about that now, needs it to rage about the present and all that pain and humiliation. Because hell yes, this is humbling. This is so fucking humbling. She doesn't know if she's felt like this since the night her parents died. So pushed down to the ground until her body made a hole in it. Diggin deeper.]

stop it!

[More force now, more than a whisper. Not raspy, either. Just clear, sharp Rin-voice. Won't go down without a fight.]

[His laughter looks like this:

first the maw opens, and teeth and tongue connect with barking sounds of laughter that spit and spittle and flare up amongst a gouge of color that hits from eyes to chin to cheek. The pallid, white skin is flecked momentarily with brightness, and then the truth appears - his eyes are dots in nothinginess, that color the only thing that makes them seem living. His laughter is empty and meaningless.

And he's laughing at her because she's so very {pathetic} hilarious, and if he can remember {which he's sure he can [which he's sure he can't {memory is one of those fallacies that only the sane treasure} even get a flicker of a thought] get that spark back} the last time a woman looked so scornful and wanted to try such a fight --

BAM! He slams his heel down on her foot]

Stop what, sugar-tits? I'm making my presidential address! If you're worried about our precious here,

[and he grinds his heel into her wound, enjoying every tenuous tensing of her muscle, thriving, licking his insides with her sweaty temple -- my, a good idea! The camera settles awkwardly as the arm on her shoulder stretches to her chin, forcing her head towards his, and he gives a quick lick to her cheek --]

Our delectable princess, come see me. Find me. You know. Save her. Let's have some knights in some armor! It'll make oh-so-very gauche, and maybe just a bit fun? You think?

[He coos towards her]

You think, Rinny-Tinny-Tin?

[Everything goes white for a moment, just pure, near-blissful white. Her mind playing tricks on her, or being merciful. Whichever. She groan-screams, mouth opened wide and eyes going out of focus. It's really-truly-literally a world of pain. After the first few seconds, a word starts tricking in: why why why why why, rinse, repeat. She groans more, can't really articulate anything, or else she'd repeat her prior words: for him to stop, please, she's going to lose it. Whatever "it" is. Something she doesn't know, can't know, because she knows nothing but white and why.

But then, maybe an eternity after he's stopped talking, she starts getting down, reaching out some roots to sink into the ground again. Come save her, he said. Right, help. That's what Rin needs. She's going to use this chance, for who knows how long he's going to leave the video on. So she musters all of the strength she can stretch together. Looks at the camera.]

Yes. Help.

We're in --

[Cut to black.]


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Apr. 13th, 2010 04:19 am (UTC)
[ Video ]

[ This is --



Practically speaking, the child is nothing to him. He is not her father, her brother, her countryman; she is not of his clan, which is gone now, nor of his village (which he is not of, not now), and she is not anyone to whom he holds any obligations. Therefore, Itachi thinks, therefore it would be most pragmatic to watch this broadcast and then move on to the next. Perhaps he should put the irksome device aside, for he is still not certain that there is meaning to be found in this world, including his own life within it and the lives of others. There are dead here, and this girl may well be dead (a corpse, a ghost) already.

And yet. And yet. His heart is beating more quickly. Rising up. That physical symptom; that indicates a reaction of the body and perhaps the mind, does it not? The look on the girl's face -- her screams of pain -- they pass before his eyes, before the redness and black -- and he is not near them, not touching them, or her, and so they merely move past like a burst of light and sound, like a jolt of stimuli (certainly this is what his heart reacts to), and so much moves past him like this, in that quick, sharp manner that Itachi does not react to, that he finds himself returning to later, and analyzing, picking off the shelf and reading with filters and lens. This is what it means to be trained. Eyes honed. (Only he is always forgetting to remember why his heart is beating more quickly, and sometimes a human face is like a face you have seen before.

their faces. Like all the limitless faces of the dying. The tortured, limping pain of Mother, Brother. Whom he could not save. [Whom he could not save.])

viol e n c e : the intimate exchange, [[ his own f a c e reflected, wrenched with --

s a s u k e 's face: wrenched with --

sweating, panting, gasping, dripping with blood, trailing blood, blood splotches on feet, but he has walked past these images --

But yes, here is this image again. A child. A wounded child. A face, another face, that makes his fingers twitch imperceptibly and his eyes widen slightly, makes his heart flare, though he is uncertain why. It is only another face. Only another child subjected to pain, and Itachi knows pain. But his own pain was purposeful. Unavoidable. Intimate. He had no choice. To choose. To harm. To choose to harm, to render violence meaningless, to laugh at the most painful, soul-killing actions and find pleasure in them, when this, when hurting people, like this, had to him . . .

Had made him like this. No.

This is not what you hurt for. This is a perversion of all that makes suffering worth it; spittle in the eye of what makes a human able to find meaning, to find one's soul day to day in the ashes of impossible aches. Itachi thinks to himself. Considers. Realizes he hates it. Hates this man who trivializes the faces which have been everything to him, everything he, even now, is unable to show. ]

Is your desire for people to seek you out?
Apr. 13th, 2010 05:52 am (UTC)
Who knows, kid?

[Joker sounds like he should be in the '50s, sitting in a bar, whiskey in hand, cigarette out of the other. He is channeling James Cagney, and apparently purposefully. He speaks with lisps, and throws his voice in an obnoxious fake baritone]

Nobody ever knows!

[This voice dissolves into wicked laughter, layers upon layers of it, so thick and fierce that he has to cough afterwards]
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Apr. 13th, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)
[ audio ]
[So the man's turned his Hitomi back on again, what do you know, and there, there is someone's response. A voice she maybe even knows. Help? Would he be ready to help her? There's no way of telling, because he's no friend and not even an ally, just someone she may have talked to or not. Can't know if that's enough for him to come save a girl, but at least he seems to have taken interest in this, so here's to hoping --

-- not that there's a chance the tormentor, the asshole (too weak a word, too weak, but she isn't Manji, and oh god if he were here he'd do more than just say ugly words, please, Gods, Namu, let him come), there's little chance he'd let her. Can't be so stupid as to boast this on the communication network without knowing what he's doing, right? He's nuts and volatile like an animal, but he seems to have some intelligence going on there. So he's gotta have an idea, a backup plan, for all he's provoking the entire population of Kannagara.

But it's also not like Rin can count on anyone to come for her (Rukia, maybe), or that they have any way of knowing where she is, though the exaggerated, crass idyll of this place (stark contrast to what's happening, to how she's feeling, and the bastard must've been doing this on purpose, too), it's gotta clue someone in.

And so Rin must try, at least put up a fight, because she knows, something within her is dead sure that if she doesn't, she's not coming out of here alive. And that's what she doesn't want, doesn't want to be not alive, too early, she still has purpose, still has fire and hunger for something that really can't give her much anymore, but she clings on anyway, because it's the only certainty. Only not, because you can never know what turns it'll take, but there's a limit, isn't there, and that limit is death, and beyond death you can really have no idea, and that's why you do everything to delay it as long as possible, even if it hurts.

And really, all it takes is one word. Shout it out loud and clear.]

Apr. 13th, 2010 09:18 am (UTC)
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[That's not his mother.

Obviously. That's nobody. That's just some girl - that girl he spoke to back then, in fact. Back when Itachi was just - gone suddenly. Anyway. Anyway, the point is, they talked for what. What. A minute. Maybe two minutes. It was a non-conversation. It was a meaningless meaning.

The point is, just because she's a girl who is being tortured, that doesn't mean she's his mother. She doesn't even look like her, really. The resemblance is only passing. Just for a second, there was that flash in which he saw, he fucking saw it - but. But.

It's an unrelated incident. Anyway, Mother wasn't in pain. It was a quick death. One blow. She was dead before she hit the ground. Her face wasn't scrunched up like that. There was just blood. Blood coming from her mouth. Not coughed up - she didn't have time to cough it up. Perhaps, as the last bit of air escaped her lungs, the rattling final breath. Maybe then. Maybe that's when the blood got there. Or maybe she didn't die instantly. Perhaps she drowned in her own blood. Perhaps when she was lying there, not moving at all - she was really still inside. Just suffocating. Blood filling up her lungs as she tried to breathe in but they were full of blood and then she just slowly didn't have the strength to try anymore and she just lay there and died slowly, reflecting, with a mind that was quickly going dark, on all the things she had missed, all the things she might have done with her life -

Overall, that has nothing to do with what is happening here. Which is why it kind of surprises Sasuke that he has already decided to kill this man. Tear his fucking throat out. Take him apart piece by piece, the way he used to imagine doing to Itachi. Rip him into bloody wet chunks while he screams. Feel that hot surge of adrenaline, when the smell of blood and innards is so thick in your nostrils that you can barely even breathe, barely even think, not think about anything except that you deserve this you fuck, you deserve this for what you've done to me, and the world is ruined (because of you) and awful (it's your fault) and absolutely wrong (it was just fine before you, you had to wreck it, you) in every way except for this - except for the fact that you suffer too. You, you who deserves it, who deserves this a thousand fucking times, you get what's coming to you. You deserve to die. Like they died. Die like a dog, understanding nothing, unable to fight, unable to plead, unable to do anything at all. You did this, you did this and so you die.


Still, it wouldn't do to get too worked up. So Sasuke's face is blank when the video turns on.]

I hope you don't think cutting her off like that will actually stop anyone from finding you.

[Conversational. This is a casual talk they are having.]

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Apr. 13th, 2010 06:59 pm (UTC)
Why be so private, Knight Hero? Worried that your cool-boy reputation might be tarnished?

I've seen you around. Can't muster more than two or three words, even to someone giving a pleasant hello.

Who says we want to be a secret? Maybe we do, maybe we don't. Maybe I'm just having a spat of fun in this dreadfully droll place.

Who can blame me?
Apr. 13th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
[Private | Video]

Oh, right. Because there's a girl, and killing him would save her, presumably. Or perhaps not. Perhaps he's just going to kill her. Sasuke doesn't really care so much about that. He has already accepted that she is dead - she was, in Sasuke's mind, dead from the moment she appeared on screen. She's been dead for nearly a decade but that is an absurd thought, and so he banishes it. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if she is dead or if she's not dead or if he can save her (he can't) or if she needs help now (he can't save anyone) or anything.

Sasuke doesn't care about any of that, and is not thinking about it. He's thinking about this man. ]

I'd rather not listen to any moralizing today, that's all. And I don't have anyone I want to talk to, besides you. [No one else. Not the girl, not Itachi, not his fucking mother. Focus.]

At any rate. You can tell me where you are, and speed up this process. Or you can sit there and wait, if you think that's fun. Either way is fine.
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Apr. 15th, 2010 07:31 am (UTC)
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[Someone else, oh god people are seeing this, and that is the good thing about this, which is fucked up, but a near-naked, bleeding girl's gotta have some effect on people, right, so maybe someone will come, in the end. And she needs someone to come, because by now it's sunk in to her that she can't do this alone. She is hurt and tired and overpowered, and of course she'd kick the sicko in the nuts if she could reach him with her good foot, but then there'd still be the question of running away. Rin's not sure if she could; she's never been the grit-your-teeth-and-bear-it type as much as the people around her, always been the squeamish one, the one who cries when people die and throws up when looking down from a high mountain.

So she needs someone to come here and fast. She thinks she knows this guy's face and voice, too -- wasn't he that silent, broody guy she first met in this place, and then never again? Well, she certainly expected him of all people to be here the very least, but it's a good thing. She's gonna take what she gets.]

Please, come! I'm in --

[But then static, and the comment cuts off again.]
Apr. 16th, 2010 04:19 am (UTC)
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Really, do you have to be so pathetic?

[Joker's back takes up the camera as he sidles towards her. The scenery has changed somewhat - they are moving, changing location. Yes, the coordinates he gave the other one... they'd remain the same, he'd be there on time, but moving, moving, moving until then. He wants his control.

He steps over her, setting the butt of the gun on her forehead.]

It's like you're just a sad potato sack with a mouth.
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[Amelia is no knight, but only because she didn't generally wear armor, and princess proably trumped any knighthood. What she was was a self-proclaimed hero and a champion of justice. And what this was, was clearly a villain gloating, just like in the melodramas. And he had hurt Miss Rin. Amelia had only seen guns a bit, but it didn't take a genius to see that Miss Rin was hurt.]

You...! If you want a knight in shining armor, you villain, than be prepared. For I can no more turn away from the suffering you are causing than I can cease to breathe. Know this -- I will find where you are and I will bring the hammer of Justice down. Make your peace!

[Now, she had to actually find out where he was. This was a lot easier when the bad guys would deliver their threats in person...]
Apr. 14th, 2010 03:08 am (UTC)
[A cluck of the tongue]

Really? You're a woman. I'd expect better of a knight. At least to know the definition.
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[Marco gestures to his throat in a cutting way.]

Opstay alkingtay!

Don't make yourself a bigger target as everybody else is!

Listen, where are you?

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Apr. 15th, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
Uh, question.

If I can't give you any more bullets, how exactly do you plan to survive this incident?
Apr. 15th, 2010 04:55 am (UTC)
Hey, Toots. Fix yourself yet?
Apr. 15th, 2010 04:59 am (UTC)
No. It's awful. I just realized - eventually, I am going to run out of clothes, and then I'll have to clean them. Clean them.

Why do you ask? Hoping I'd save you?
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Apr. 15th, 2010 07:32 am (UTC)
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[ He's always known there was something wrong with him. Unfortunately, or fortunately as the case may be, some are easier to detect than others and he's been prepared for something ever since the madman posted his last post on the Hitomi network. He had been fully prepared to step in should it require someone of actual skill, rather than a band of hapless warriors throwing out insults or bravado like candy.

Unfortunately, he has a problem. A little problem. A... big little problem and he cannot spare a moment away. It wouldn't matter where in the world they were, he'd find them in little time at all. The problem lies in his little sister fitting the description quite literally.

For him, it is a good thing. It means Rukia won't be rushing into senseless danger for a human girl. It's not that he's heartless to the situation. He'd make certain this 'Joker' would regret taking lightly the life of a human, but looking away from Rukia, even for an instant, would be a bigger mistake. Rukia is his biggest priority.

Kakashi will have responded. Or those who have already replied might band together and form something akin to a team. He would enlist the aid of Ukitake, and should he find Renji in a right state, he would order him to join the efforts. For now, all Byakuya can do is put away the Hitomi, angered by the gall of this man and his inability to correct the disorder that's struck Kannagara in the form of a twisted human. ]

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