The Twenty-Seventh Act

[frenzied_ballad]

[Voice]

[shallow breathing can be heard followed by wheezing with the effort to move]

Luh-Luc--

[sound of rubble falling from the ceiling as the transmission times out]

[/end]

((Currently trapped under a good amount of rubble in his apartment on Marshall Street.))

Comments

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[bringmyhorizon]

Re: 1/2

[bringmyhorizon]

If it's not you it's your wife.

Where are you?

Voice

[frenzied_ballad]

Outside...room. Lad helped me.

Where is Lucy?

Voice

[bringmyhorizon]

[strained]

I couldn't tell you.

Try not to move, I'm finidin' my way now.

[staticnotsound]

Sweeney!

Damn it, say something!

Voice

[frenzied_ballad]

[grunts in pain and effort as he tries to pull himself along]

Happy Guy Fawkes Night. H-hngh...

[staticnotsound]

...Least that's something.

Soon as Jack helps you, get to safety with him. Lucy'll be fine.

[voice]

[barberswife]

d-don't leave, you can't leave, please

[voice]

[frenzied_ballad]

Get to the...s-school. And take your muh-medicine...

[voice]

[barberswife]

No...

[voice]

[frenzied_ballad]

[growling] Do it!

[onceahuman]

Sweeney! You've got to hang in there. Please...