MESSAGE POST. voice/text/image/action.

[prayforprey]

Comments

[TEXT]

[nicotine_patch]

[ FIVE AND A HALF HOURS AFTER THIS THREAD; ]

hey you get space rat mange ? what happend to my tour of casa del shithole

AUTOMATIC RESPONSE;

[prayforprey]

USER IS UNAVAILABLE

GUIDE SYSTEM IN SLEEP MODE

USER WILL NOT RECEIVE THIS OR ANY FURTHER MESSAGES

ACTION;

[nicotine_patch]

[well]

[that's certainly new]

[...shoves his Guide back in his pocket twitchily]

VOICEMAIL;

[nicotine_patch]

[there's a pause, like he didn't expect the voicemail to pick up]

[and then another jittery pause, as he's not even sure why he called - it was just odd to not have seen or heard from him]

[at this point, he blames curiosity out of habit more than any true scapegoating]

Hey shithead. Where you been?

[there's a light inhalation, and then his voice sounds less curious, more settled and expectant]

Ehh. See ya when ya get back on the map I guess.

[exhaaale.]

[CLICK.]

ACTION;

[prayforprey]

[ no twitch in his features from the beeping sound of a missed call.

the red notification light just blinks ... and blinks ...

(and he falls deeper into nightmares). ]

PHONECALL; PRIVATE

[nicotine_patch]

[ A DAY AND HALF FOLLOWING THIS; ]

[RRRING...]

[RRRING...]

ACTION;

[prayforprey]

[ and amidst the darkness, Purple Haze's melody blares at him from some far off corner, the monk's twitchy morbid agression screwing up unseen features.

he knows who it is. instinctively. and the battle between animal thrashing and the pull of the moon wages while it rings and rings and rings ... ]

ACTION;

[prayforprey]

[ ... the winner is obvious. it always is.

blind hands groping, searching ... ]

Re: PHONECALL; PRIVATE

[prayforprey]

[ CLICK ]

[ it's on. but no one's answering. ]

ACTION;

[nicotine_patch]

[having been pushed under the door to the shack and smeared with ashy fingers, this lies within the threshold, face-up;]

Re: ACTION;

[prayforprey]

[ if Badou's looking for a reaction, then it's most fortunate for him that Genkaku is already halfway through his Lazy Day. his day off where the junkies don't bother him and he's left with his own twitches, where it's his own dirty bootsmears in his cushioncouch, where he's kicked Hibana and Kenga out (read: persuaded), where he's got no tells and no plans.

just him and the background static of the T.V. playing some shitty Love-Scorned movie (but it has noise and guns in it and that's what's important) while he clips his toenails.

snkt. takatakaclippit-- snkt. ]

Re: ACTION;

[prayforprey]

[ shfff. ]

Hn?

[ and with one boot on and the other forgotten on his couch, he stomp-tap stomp-tap's to the door to investigate. ]

Swear t'fuck, if one'a you junkie pieces of shit foun' me--

[ maybe it's a better call to paranoia than he ever really gives away in his body language. that is, after all, something he's far more greedy about.

and the indeed self-serving fuck does just that, giving an uproarious laugh at the doodles above the caricatures.

the door slides open with Genkaku clutching his stitched gut. ]

Re: ACTION;

[prayforprey]

[ -- when they die down, laughter is replaced with curiosity. ]

The fuck is 4/20? I know it ain't my birthday 'cuz I ain't got one.

[TEXT]

[nicotine_patch]

what you think about our new copper

Re: [TEXT]

[prayforprey]

asking someone to find copper on thor is like whipping out a map and saying HEY FIND NOVA SCOTIA everybodys heard of it but who actually knows where the fuck it is

Re: [TEXT]

[prayforprey]

be more specific fox

Re: [TEXT]

[nicotine_patch]

what the fuck is nova scotchia