005 [Action/Voice post]
[With a loud crash the recording jumps on. Katou is banging the doors of kitchen closets on his way of trying to find first medication, then alcohol or any kind of drug, really, cussing like a sailor while doing so.]
The hell with this place! This shit is so deep, I feel like drowning.
[And when he finds none of the mentioned above, he's just going to slump on the kitchen floor and poke down the journal from the counter with a random spatula that was laying on the floor after his violent rummaging around. It lands with a smack and then he picks it up with a sound of shuffled papers.]
There anyone out there who can fix machines? Intricate ones, y'know... Those Malnosso fuckers [mutter]broke my arm, fuckwits.[mutter] Where's that annoying little squirt when you need a mechanic?
[ooc: Taking a hint from Michael-mun and cutting his entries from now on. :) Because he's not very concerned who he offends with his language.]
The hell with this place! This shit is so deep, I feel like drowning.
[And when he finds none of the mentioned above, he's just going to slump on the kitchen floor and poke down the journal from the counter with a random spatula that was laying on the floor after his violent rummaging around. It lands with a smack and then he picks it up with a sound of shuffled papers.]
There anyone out there who can fix machines? Intricate ones, y'know... Those Malnosso fuckers [mutter]broke my arm, fuckwits.[mutter] Where's that annoying little squirt when you need a mechanic?
[ooc: Taking a hint from Michael-mun and cutting his entries from now on. :) Because he's not very concerned who he offends with his language.]