Jan 31, 2009 23:42
[The recording begins with the sound of someone, very elegantly, tripping over the device. For a moment, there's silence, before the sounds of dirt scraping a bit as the person sits up.]
I mustn't run... I mustn't... Oh god, what have I done?
[There's a small, choked sob]
Damn it...
delicious au,
curse you hibou,
this feels familiar,
bawwww,
what is it good for?
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[ooc: What the hell I could have sworn I posted this.]
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Nnn... wh-who is this...?
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This is Bulleta. You're one of the boys from town who got drafted, aren't you?
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[ooc: Pbfft good job kicking the poor kid while he's down. XDb]
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