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[015: Video]
Oct. 16th, 2009 07:22 pm[The video feed turns on, and the image shakes, making it obvious that the person holding it is moving. After a minute of the angle shifting around, the device is placed on the ground at a set angle, though the video feed is slightly blurred by several dark red streaks that obscure the camera's lens.
If anyone tries to see past the red smudges, they will make out Jackie's figure lying on the ground in what looks to be an uncomfortable position. Her face is not visible from this angle of the camera, but what is visible is telling enough.
There are spots of splattered blood along her side, and ugly dark bruises on her arms, visible because her sleeves have been pushed up to the elbows. Her right arm is cradled near her chest, and is twisted at an angle that shouldn't be possible to reach.
Most notable is the blood seeping through the thin cloth of the front of her shirt, broken only by two small pearl white twig like tips protruding from the middle of the bloodstain.
Her chest rises and falls irregularly and with much difficulty, and a very quiet whimper might be heard if anyone has a good enough ear. Her breathing is a little more audible, and comes in excruciatingly slow sporadic shudders.
After a few seconds, she attempts to speak, though nothing comes out but a choked gurgle, followed by a louder whimper this time.
Finally, she manages a few broken words.]
...think...I need...doctor...
hurts...
...guys...please...I...
[Silence besides the continued sounds of shuddered strained breathing.]
[So this is backdated to Friday morning, Jackie having dragged herself away from this on Thursday night, and found a corner to curl up in. She may respond to some until a point.]
If anyone tries to see past the red smudges, they will make out Jackie's figure lying on the ground in what looks to be an uncomfortable position. Her face is not visible from this angle of the camera, but what is visible is telling enough.
There are spots of splattered blood along her side, and ugly dark bruises on her arms, visible because her sleeves have been pushed up to the elbows. Her right arm is cradled near her chest, and is twisted at an angle that shouldn't be possible to reach.
Most notable is the blood seeping through the thin cloth of the front of her shirt, broken only by two small pearl white twig like tips protruding from the middle of the bloodstain.
Her chest rises and falls irregularly and with much difficulty, and a very quiet whimper might be heard if anyone has a good enough ear. Her breathing is a little more audible, and comes in excruciatingly slow sporadic shudders.
After a few seconds, she attempts to speak, though nothing comes out but a choked gurgle, followed by a louder whimper this time.
Finally, she manages a few broken words.]
...think...I need...doctor...
hurts...
...guys...please...I...
[Silence besides the continued sounds of shuddered strained breathing.]
[So this is backdated to Friday morning, Jackie having dragged herself away from this on Thursday night, and found a corner to curl up in. She may respond to some until a point.]
