[The entire time she’s speaking, her voice is noticeably shaky and hoarse and she takes deep, heavy breaths when they’re not needed. ]

Duh-does dying always b-burn? Did…luh-last time, when I was t-t-turned…and…

Dying is…burning and dy-dying is choking and all th-the things I‘m SCARED OF-

I never want it again. E-ever. Whoever did th-th-the whole ( Read more... )

[The comm clicks on to the sound of erratic, panicked breathing and footsteps - quick, but not quite running speed.]

Whereishewh-whereishewhereI-ISHE? You -- you cuh-can't have taken him. No...h-h-he. He's juh-just somewhere where I c-c-can't get his scent, somewhere...

[More footsteps, followed by furious jiggling of a doorknob. Fuck fuck fuck, ( Read more... )

[...Sniffle. Shuffle. Sniffle. Deep breath - sigh.]

Huh-happy New Year's, everyone.

...Duh-did --

Did anyone actually...muh-make...resolutions or a-anything?...

Is it just me or is it unusually quiet around here? Not that I'm complaining - I'm not, really - but it's...new, haha.

...Cadence, did you ever get your shoulder taken care of?

I may not be Santa or anything, but Merry Christmas, everyone. ♥

[[ooc: Amaria, Christine, Ichigo, and James have already received their presents, but that doesn't mean Evie doesn't have any left to give out.

Cadence has been given the nicest baseball bat Evie could dig up - it's got a red ribbon tied around the handle. There's no real ( Read more... )

...Th-thank you, Captain. S-s-seriously, thank you.

[She yawns, and it's just barely audible on the communicator. Then she cracks her knuckles, going through her normal morning routine before -

Gigglefit.]

Fffft, fuh-forgot to explain th-that, didn't I...gahaha, your face right now - !

[Click.]

Duh-...damnit. It's back, wh-wh-why...couldn't you have l...l-let me stay without it...?

[A very soft sigh.]

How...do you puh-people deal w-with...ugh, hangovers? S-seriously, this is...r-r-r-ridiculous.

'N I can't ruh-really go m-much of anywhere, f-f-for some damn reason it...huh-hurts to walk...

[Soft rustle of cloth - the sheets on her bed ( Read more... )

This is...really...w-weird, to say the least. Not exactly uncomfortable, buh-buh-but...

[She falls silent, the only thing being picked up on the communicator being her quiet breathing. It goes on like this for a while before she speaks again.]

It's n-...not permanent...right?

And it's good to be able to talk ruh-right again.

The general feeling like shit may be gone, but my lip still smarts like a BITCH in bed.

goddamnfuckingrazerinbed.

why is it nuh-not healing why is it nuh-not HEALING

Cuh-Cadence, Chrissie, someone, the ship broke me.