016 [video, backdated to Saturday]

[soundsofdrums]

[The Master isn't quite looking at the PCD when it turns on. Currently, he's laid up in a bed in the clinic, bandages wrapped around his head and various parts of his body, including his neck. Cuts and bruises litter his skin, and he's looking incredibly worse from the wear. His eyes are hardly focused, as well, and when he speaks, he doesn't even look at the screen yet. His voice is quiet, hoarse even.]

Whoever decided it would be...a funny idea to attack me? ...Big mistake.

[With that, he looks at the screen, gaze hardening for just a brief moment.]

I will find out who you are.

[He goes silent as he looks away and gets that far-off look again. It's fairly obvious that his body wasn't the only thing just recently damaged. After several moments, he reaches over, fumbling for the PCD and turning it off.]

Comments

video/private/unhackable;

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Like I give a fuck.

[He's snapping now, clearly...well. Not. Happy.]

video/private/unhackable;

[sonny-delight.livejournal.com]

That's the spirit.

With enough ill-advised drugs, you'll be walking on sunshine.

video/private/unhackable;

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Don't you have puppies to kick in the face with spiked heels or something?

video/private/unhackable;

[sonny-delight.livejournal.com]

Right after you're done hypnotizing innocent men into pedophilia. [Never mind that it was her idea.]

video/private/unhackable;

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I don't know if you can tell, but I'm really not in the mood for your bitchiness.

video/private/unhackable;

[sonny-delight.livejournal.com]

Pitiful. Enjoy wasting away consumptively.

[C l i c k. Guess who'll be visiting you come Stepford time, sugarbuns?]