July 18 Morning [Video, Shadow]

[alphaspider]

[Have Kuroro's shadow, who looks exactly like him except for 1) the golden eyes, and 2) the blot of black ink that is actually a spider tattoo with twelve legs randomly crawling on his skin. When it speaks, it's of a more playful and deranged quality than the Kuroro you've been used to.]

Come out, Kuroro. Come out so I can kill you.

[It laughs. You may also notice that it's on the rooftop of the mall, wearing his Ryodan coat.]

☣ → S E V E N || SHADOW || [VIDEO]

[bulletcarnage.livejournal.com]

[ The feed opens with a burst of static and then there is an odd angled shot that comes into view. There is a blacked out section on one side and something that looks like a section of side walk in the section that is visible. It doesn't look quite right to the eye though: it's flipped upside-down. And then something trickles up into the camera frame, something very distinctly a thick liquid and very unmistakably red.

The camera jolts then, past a flicker of silver at someone's hip, but the image is still the wrong way up. Then it seems like the whole PDA gets tossed up as a spinning display of alley floor, foggy sky and outer walls of buildings all twirl nauseatingly into view of the the feed. The PDA suddenly gets caught mid-flight and shows a flash of a bright amber-red eye peering into the camera before pulling it back.

And there is Heine, but it isn't quite, is it? Or is it disturbingly right in a way? He certainly looks the same, except that his normal apathy is replaced with a twisted kind of pleasure in his burning golden-crimson eyes and something sadistic and crazed hanging around his mouth and pulling his lips up into a vicious grin.

And then there is the blood--what else could it possibly be--splashed on various sections of his body. It's splattered across his face, his hands, arms, across his neck, around his mouth, it's all over him in one way or another. There are no prizes for guessing that it is not his own.

He tilts his head back, looking skyward before giving a low, throaty chuckle.]

About fuckin' time... Heh, Giovanni would be so damn disappointed if he knew he'd missed out on this. Gotta remember to tell him when he finally drags his sorry ass over here...

( OOC & WARNINGS: )

[Video]

[btw-theymean-no.livejournal.com]

[Sitting against some shelving. For those who care to make it out what's on them, it seems like it might be one of the aisles in Holocaust Mall's grocery. He's sitting facing forward, the PDA clearly having been placed in his lap, but he's looking away over one shoulder.

The yellow eyes give away that, yes, in fact, there is something unusual here. Spoken musingly.] I wonder if you'll come alone. I think I'd like to see them, too. It seems as though they're all having a lot of fun. Isn't that as always...?

[Tilts his head to the side, but still looking off over his shoulder.] It must be nice. But isn't it already usual, saying what's on their minds.

It's probably impossible for me. Even now, isn't it only you who will understand me, and I who will understand you?

[A short pause.] It would be nice if they came, though.

[A long pause. After a time, he starts tapping on the side of the PDA softly, producing a muffled sound to fill the silence. The tapping stops after awhile, but the quiet lasts a bit longer before he turns his head to look almost directly at the PDA.] You're coming, aren't you?