Jimmie Dimmick // Pulp Fiction
[Jimmie's communicator clicks on by itself, giving a decent, if not great, view of a room. Nondescript, unexceptional. The room's unimportant, the location irrelevant; the subject matter is far more interesting anyway.

A shape in bed, tucked in with care. Tall, too solidly built to be a woman, though the identity of the subject matter is obscured by a pillow and long tresses peek out from underneath.

A minute passes, then a second. Ten, all told, long enough for the location to be traced and placed, identified as an apartment in building 11 with no current tenant, and then the feed shuts off.]


[For Police] )

[SPAM/video for post-revival] )

[A/N: cross-posted here]