First Scare | Video

[shadowbound]

[The video feed comes to life, revealing one of the cabins. Limited light filters in from the window, drapes pulled closed, but a single candle lit up the desk in which a figure sat at.

The flame flickers, revealing a man's face, highlighting his displeased face. With his lips pursed, silver eyes narrow at the video feed, which changed to gold whenever the light from the candle shone in their direction.

Those eyes roll in their sockets, and the man looks away, his face enveloped in shadows once more.]

This is ridiculous. [He mutters into the darkness, exhaling heavily through his nostrils.]

Reduced to nothing but almost a mere mortal. [The spirit lifts his hand, his eyes concentrating on it. But for the nth time, nothing came. His hand shook and the side of his fist slams onto the desk.]

Locked up like some criminal. Unacceptable. This is no place for me. [His hand soon rests on his face, running down the front of it, pulling at skin.]

What am I even talking about; no one will hear me on this thing. Why even bother?

Comments

[worldofviolentlyinsane]

I'm guessing video cameras aren't your strong suit.

[Hey, Pitch. Meet Guerrero. He's watching you from some anonymous common room somewhere, slouched back in his seat and kind of dryly amused.]

[kingofnightmares]

It's not often that I'm able to interact with them in the first place, where I come from.

[Pitch gives him a dry look in return, eyebrows raised.]

And who might you be?

[worldofviolentlyinsane]

So...vampire. Yeah, that sounds reasonable.

[It could be sarcasm, it could be dead serious. It's hard to tell.]

Name's Guerrero.

[A beat for recognition, but he's not expecting it at this point.]

You?

[kingofnightmares]

Spirit. Not a vampire.

[Pitch readjusts his weight in his chair, leveling his gaze with Guerrero in his communicator.]

Pitch Black.

[worldofviolentlyinsane]

Well excuse me.

[Whatever. He's starting to get used to the kinds of people this place pulls in, he won't even try to tell him that sounds like a story.]

Uh huh. And what do they call you when you're at home?

[Because that's a statement. A description. Not a name.]

[kingofnightmares]

That's my name. Pitch Black, the boogeyman.

[worldofviolentlyinsane]

Sure it is.

So to what do we owe the pleasure, Pitch?