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{--08--AUDIO POST--}
[Carrying in from this...]
L-Livio? Not that I-I expect this to make much sense, but I'm at Nathan Avenue and Sanford Street. Where's your location?
...and Vash, Rem, if you can hear this, I swear to God you both better be alright. -
{--ACCIDENTAL VOICE POST--}
[This is coming after about... well, some undefined amount of time where stifled shuffles and loud crashes and other various noises of disturbance can be heard as though the post is triggered from in her pocket. After some time, it's shuffled out of her pocket, with poor Meryl rather out of breath, and...]
...goddamn thing, tu-turn off already ( Read more... ) -
{--07} Oh God.
They're delivering off-world packages at the Travel Agency. I received one from there and met a scary guy outside and... someone tell me why, oh why should I want to go back there? It's been months to begin with, but why after this? I'm never, ever opening boxes ever again ( Read more... ) -
{--06}
I'm going to blow something up. And this is just the end of the first day that I promised Livio I would take off.
Also, being a good, upstanding citizen is a lot harder than it should be, and I miss Colonel Jerry Snackles. -
{--05} Ah... ah.
I hate working around children. They come in with their diseases and their snotty noses and they have to touch everything. Including me, and I can't logically smack them for this as they're not related to me (and there're cameras watching me). But now, I've been infected. Ugh.
Here's to hoping it doesn't get worse.
((ooc: method acting tiem ( Read more... ) -
{--04} Sick bastards.
Someone mentions it again, they're getting my small fist lodged in their eye socket. -
{--02} ...hm.
What a relief. -
{--01} [--VOICE POST--]
Stupid--who do they think they are, telling me I can't be in a graveyard at night? Doesn't matter if it was creepy as Hell.
...
My head hurts. Ugh. That railing was too hard, and my hands...
...is this--Goddammit. Totally different world, and I can't stop accidentally post--
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