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Vas Captio Mods ([info]vas_captio_mod) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-25 19:14:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 17, experiment, location: pharmacy/liquor store

Who: Open
What: Monitors placed around town. Please enjoy the entertainment presented to you, courtesy of TBTB
Where: The Pharmacy
When: Day 17 7:00am - close of day seventeen
Rating: TBA
Status: Active


A monitor appears on a bench outside the pharmacy.

Church and Kim Boggs are shown on this monitor taking part in the experiment "I think you took something of mine" with Church in the tub and Kim holding the scalpel. There is no sound for this monitor.

All monitors are black and white and are familiar to those characters who took part in "panic room." All are labelled "our dear departed." Monitors will go black at precisely 4:24 PM where all characters on screen will die for everyone to see.



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Re: 4:11 - 4:24
[info]illdoitinthree
2009-08-07 12:31 pm UTC (link)
He turned from the screen and it took every damn ounce of his self control not to outright puke. He gagged, his eyes watering at the bile rising fast and quick and ruthless up his throat. It burned the edges of his mouth before he swallowed it down. Jim heaved heavy breaths, his eyes still hazy and moist.

Did you know either of them?

What did it matter now? His thoughts swirled darkly in his head, his stomach trying to settle despite the black and white gore replaying in his head. Who the hell were these people!? Why were they keeping them here? This was sick, making him fucking sick with disgust. His eyes darted to the feet of the girl beside him. How could he look at anyone around here with something not akin to distrust? To suspicion? To doubt?

Jim wiped his mouth absentmindedly.

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