Video 02 → Missing, Presumed Gone

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--this thing working this time? It is? Right.

[Ken is sat in his bedroom, holding the Dreamberry a short distance away from his face. He looks - and sounds - rather anxious.]

Um, hi?

My roommate's gone missing. Omi. I'm pretty sure he's not just gone back but he's not answering his phone. If you don't know him he's about my age, blonde hair, blue eyes-- he's the one wearing shorts even though it's freezing. He hasn't been home since Wednesday and... well, has anyone seen him around lately? He doesn't have to come back or anything if he doesn't want to, I just wanna know how he is. Thanks.

[He hesitates for a moment.]

Omi, if you get this... call me.

[The video cuts off.]

Comments

[ragnalol.livejournal.com]

Just how much do you care, then, boyo?

[LOLING SILENTLY

And he pauses.

DID YOU KNOW that Loki is an asshole.]

Okay, so don't! I'll just leave his body in front of your door, then. I'm very courteous about that.

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

Damn it! I don't even know what you want me to guess!

[Thought you said you weren't going to play this game, huh?

[Whoever this guy is, he's got him. Got him good and Ken knows it. He wants to believe it's a bluff, or a sick kind of joke - but can he afford to take the chance that he's wrong? He can't let this guy hurt Omi. He just can't...]

What do you want with us?

LOL I'M SRY

[ragnalol.livejournal.com]

Mhmm.

[He smiles, and it's not a good smile. Psychopaths have welcomed him into their ranks with that smile.]

Unfortunately, nothing! Mamo-chan's in good hands, I'm sure I've told you that already.

[He laughs.]

Just consider this as a courtesy call, boyo. Rigor mortis shouldn't have set in the next time you see him. Ciao~

[And he hangs up.]

[1/2] X3 No problem, Ken walks into this stuff sometimes.

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

Courtesy call? Wait! You're gonna regret this, what the fuck do you think you're--!

[Click. That would be you soloing, Kenken.

[He lifts the Dreamberry from his ear, staring at it in frustrated rage.]

Bastard!

[2/2] ... well, most times, really. ^^;

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

That bastard.

[He tosses the Dreamberry away and slumps back against the wall, fingers curling in his bedsheets.

Oh, Christ, he's thinking. Mary Mother of God, what am I going to do?]