|Mitsunari Ishida (onlymylord) wrote in remodeled,|
@ 2010-11-11 22:47:00
|Entry tags:||fletcher tringham, mitsunari ishida, vriska serket|
[ 01 ]
[ Someone, somewhere in the facility is probably in a good mood, but it definitely isn't Mitsunari.
He's spent his time past arrival in and out of a forced sleep-- he doesn't understand how, some vague notions of poisons aside, but the needle in the crook of his arm almost instantly knocked him out the three different times they pinned him back. Not really looking for a fourth time, Mitsunari decided instead to explore this place, and ended up looking through the library. After flipping through the very western place, still dazed from the newness of everything and a bit sluggish from the sedatives, he sits himself down at a table and pulls out the device.
The camera switches on and for a moment all you can see is the top of his head and blurry fingertips. It's completely muted for now but as it smacks into table-- giving you all a very good view of the wood grain!-- it steadily gets louder and louder and louder until it's nearly deafening.
Then suddenly the camera is off and it's just sound. The volume adjusts itself. The microphone is brushed up against and blown into just as loudly as the bangs. Say goodbye to your eardrums.
And suddenly, microphone off, text only: ]
n nmnmjn ,mm mmjjhk mnsdfm ndl,dsnajaksl
[ Then, sometime later, after gathering some more ideas of what exactly this thing is-- probably by a nurse who handily saw him banging the thing against the table-- the voice switches back on, this time at a normal volume. ]
To the woman in charge of this place: I will make you pay for your misdeeds.