Code - 007 [Accidental Video]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[The phone was just one of the things that got thrown, and when it smashed against the wall and clattered to the floor among the debris of pots and plates and whatever else Whistler could get his hands on, it had somehow gotten itself turned on. 

What it records is things flying, splintering, rolling, bouncing, cracking, and somewhere, mostly off-screen aside from a glimpse of an arm or a leg, is Whistler throwing and shoving anything that is within his reach, now and again screaming in an almost animalistic and desperate frustration. Occasionally he stops when he meets a wall, slams his fists against it, before seemingly getting more upset by some unseen crime the wall or the vase he just threw or the chair he angrily pushes over just committed. 

That crime being: they did not make sound. 

None of them. Not his fist. Not the things he's flung across the room. Not even his own voice though he can feel its claws making his throat hoarse...not even that makes a sound. 

Whistler is now not only blind, but deaf. He had woken up and could not be sure that he was awake. There was no sound to tell him so. His ears now as useless as his eyes. Only his hands could reaffirm for him that he was, in fact, awake. Alive. But what he can touch gives him little comfort right now. Instead adding to his frustration that he cannot force a sound from a single thing in this muted, sightless existence he now finds himself in. 

Perhaps you recognize his apartment if you are one of the few who knows him. Or perhaps you happen to be passing by the spire when something crashes through a top floor window. Or maybe you are in the hallway and can hear him screaming from the floors above. 

Whatever the case, he's not about to stop until he's worn himself out entirely.

Eventually the phone gets struck by another object landing on top of it and it cuts the feed.]