Video | early hours 2.17

[64th]

[ there's an amateur shaky-cam feel to the video, which is not pointed at Cash like it usually would be. It's not really pointed at anything at the moment - it's kind of pointed at everything. Her room is trashed, furniture overturned and belongings strewn everywhere. When the camera stops moving wildly, there's mostly floor, and a corner of what appears to be a blanket. ]

My hair is falling out! [ it’s obviously Cashmere’s voice, though it’s taken on a crazy edge from not sleeping and the general panic that’s set in. She sounds totally off-kilter. The camera swings again, stopping on a pile of bright blonde hair that yanked straight out while she was brushing it. Maybe this seems like a fairly insignificant event to other people, but from her tone it's obviously very upsetting to her. ]

Something’s happening. Something bad is happening.

[ More camera movement, and this time she accidentally catches a glimpse of her hand - long fingernails and unnaturally white skin. ]

One of you did this to me. And I am going to find you. And I’m going to kill you.

Comments

[64th]

The scenery's different but I don't have to take shit from you. Whoever the fuck you are.

[thebigredog]

You don't have to do anything. Isn't that the point of not being at home?

[like seriously, he can't even get in trouble for skipping school here because there isn't one. and stealing from stores is literally how you're supposed to shop.

kind of makes things boring, if cliff's totally honest. what is living if he's not disappointing someone?]

[64th]

What? This isn't fucking vacation.

[thebigredog]

Nobody said it fucking was, try to keep up.

[64th]

[ there's a silence, where all he can hear is her breathing deeply. her anger's boiling just under the surface. when she speaks again, she sounds oddly calm. ]

I don't like you. And when I feel better, I'm going find you, and I'm going to beat the shit out of.

[thebigredog]

Are you sure you're not going to be too busy crying over your hair?

[if cliff was a smart boy, he might be worried. no one really ever accused him of being a smart boy though.]

[64th]

[ well played, Cliff. ]

Oh, don't worry about my hair. If enough falls out, I can strangle you with it.

[thebigredog]

[wrinkling his nose at the threat] You can keep your weird kinky bullshit to yourself.

[64th]

[ !!! ] I wouldn't fuck you if I was paid to.

[thebigredog]

No one's paying you shit. [gross.]

[64th]

Good.

[ YEAH TAKE THAT. ]