002 | Accidental Video
[It's late when the video flickers on, or perhaps early. Somewhere around 4am, when normal people are sleeping, static crackles on the image as the phone is gripped horribly tightly. The image smooths out to the sight of Cloud with his back against a wall in his apartment, his hand grasping hard at his left arm, his eyes shut tight as he breathes slowly, but black ooze trickles from between his gloved fingers, only just noticeable from how the light catches the liquid in the dark.]
Damn it... [He huffs out a shaky breath, squeezing his arm a little tighter and opening his eyes, showing briefly how his eyes have changed. After a moment, when his eyes return to their regular, unnatural blue, Cloud lowers his hand from his sleeved arm, wiping the ooze off on his pants, just out of shot.] Guess I need to get supplies.
[He's not talking to anyone specific, just to himself. It keeps him a little more sane to talk to himself now and then.
As he walks outside the feed is simply of whatever the recording catches as the phone swings in his hand but Cloud doesn't noticed the phone is recording at all, instead his gaze falls on something off screen and he smirks just a little bit to himself, thumbing the phone over in his hand, enough for it to catch a shot of a motorcycle.] Hmph. Silver lining.
[With that, he shoves the phone into his pocket, leaving it to shut off on it's own in the darkness inside his pocket.]