They are -

Oh, it is so quiet.

[Her voice is polite - she is always very careful to remain polite - but dull and lackluster, impatient with the proceedings. Even more displeased with having to go through them again.]

Yes. One phone call. I understand perfectly.

[The jabbing of buttons borders upon violent this time.]

[ring~]
[She takes a long, calming breath - pulling in air ( Read more... )

Yes, I am quite aware of the number, sir. And to the proper mechanics of working a telephone - if you would be so kind as to allow me.

[The faint, patterned beeping as fingers flutter over the numbers - quick and efficient - and then she waits - somewhat restlessly - as the phone rings.]

[ring~]
[Any number that might flash across the phone ( Read more... )

[There is a good amount of rustling backdrop, things clattering and clinking together as someone rummages through on a search for something. Her voice, when it eventually (she is, after all, easily sidetracked) speaks up is still somewhat distracted.]

I have, um, chicken soup? It should be ready very shortly. [A thoughtful hum.] Oh! And I am ( Read more... )

When my boss inquired after my whereabouts last week, I very calmly informed him that I had murdered someone and then had my head detonated. I then proceeded to ask him whether or not he knew any reliable methods of getting blood stains out of couch cushions.

I must admit that I find it rather terribly fortunate that most modern mortals do not ( Read more... )

[Her kitchen is a mess.

But she cooks when she's stressed and she's certainly a bit stressed and the - the child is not, perhaps, precisely as neat as she would like, but that is all right. A little mess is no trouble, really. And the child - Liam, he says, short for William - Liam doesn't seems to enjoy messing up her kitchen well enough.]

Um. [ ( Read more... )

I would ask if that was the time, but that seems like a rather pointless question.

Styx, I apologize most profusely, it was hardly my intention to - I cannot believe that I completely slept through breakfast. And lunch as well, it seems. Was this screen always so bright? Were you able to take care of yourself, or shall I prepare something for you ( Read more... )

[The post begins to the tail end of humming, quiet and in tune, peppered with the occasional lyric here and there. It's a distracted sound, pleasant and early-morning lazy until it cuts off (She's noticed the clock display.) completely. Judging by the hiss, she's - probably going to be late. (If she isn't already.)] Oh, and here I was going to - [ ( Read more... )

[Filter: Thanatos Private]

[What little of the apartment is visible is darkened, lights dimmed and room quiet with the (slow in sleep) sound of breathing. She's curled up on the floor, computer balanced on her lap and spine resting against the side of the bed, eyes tired, but twitchingly alert. Her concentration isn't caught by the screen, but ( Read more... )

[Filter: Private]

[There is a howl, and it is not a very human sound - or if it is, it's somehow wrong, almost five voices instead of one, an echo of an echo of an echo - but it's (they're) an undoubtedly miserable noise.

The words, when they come, are a whispering litany of intermittent ('It is fine. It is fine, you can - we can breathe. We ( Read more... )