7th Experiment [video / action for roommates]

[painfeels]

[The user ID definitely says "Painwheel" but that has to be a mistake. She hardly ever actually shows her face on the network to begin with. And those that do know what she looks like will notice that something is definitely missing.]

U-Um... hi. It's me, Painwheel.

[The deep, raspy voice matches.]

My mask got ruined during the attack and... There wasn't much point in getting it fixed, so I decided to take it off.

[Seems like it was done forcefully, as she's got some serious scarring going on.]

I know usually talk with text, but I was thinking about getting away from that. For a while, actually.

[Painwheel looks really seems really nervous about this, given how she keeps looking away and back to the camera, and awkwardly scratching the back of her head.]

So here I am.

Comments

[perdre]

That's good. Right?

[painfeels]

Yeah, it's been really... good. Helps me not focus so much on some other stuff.

[perdre]

Other stuff?

[painfeels]

I, uh... hear voices, all the time. They tell me to do... bad things.

[oh dear.]

[perdre]

Oh.

[Oh.]

... Have you - talked to someone about it?

[painfeels]

And then what? It's not like I can tell them to go away.

[perdre]

Well, no, but - they're supposed to help you with that. Specialists.

[not that he knows much about it.]

[painfeels]

I don't think they can help me much with these kind of voices.

[perdre]

[He kind of wishes he could understand.]

I'm not going to tell you what to do.

[painfeels]

That usually doesn't turn out well.

[perdre]

No, not really. [doip.]