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[Jun. 28th, 2009|08:20 pm] |
[ There's a bit of panting in the background once the communicator clicks on. no, it's not her this time. There are also soft clicks as paws move over the concrete floor, seeming to get closer, followed by Lal moving away, muttering "Get out of here". ]
I've had enough. This -- What seems to be a dog of one sort or another --
[ A small crash, and she lets out an annoyed sigh, switching the device to video, and making sure to have something similar to this in clear view. It was standing near a table that it had just knocked over by accident, briefly stepping back in a submissive stance-- but was soon enough panting happily with its ears propped up, and attempting to get closer to her again. ]
Whoever it belongs to, take it back. It's been days since it has been constantly following me, and it's beginning to become irritating. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|07:25 am] |
[ The device clicks on with a bit of static the first few seconds; her words are whispered at first, breath catching in her throat to try and stop the coming urge. She's really trying not to. ]
Why...? I didn't even get to-- why again--
[ There's a couple of crashes as she throws a few things to the wall in brief rage, only to lean against said wall, and slide down to the floor, the communicator scraping against the surface as she slipped.]
I thought you were okay... You were alive--
[ Theres a pause, snorting, breath hitching more frequently. ]
I knew it was too good to be...
I'm...
I'm sorry-- I should have--
[ The nearly audible words from before grew louder, hitched breathing turning to very noticeable weeping, accompanied by the sound of fabric brushing against her face and near the device. ]
Colonello...
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[Jun. 1st, 2009|01:56 pm] |
--ingerbrea--!
[ She stops mid word, the shuffling of boots and the ground beneath them-- it was anything but steady movement, almost as if desperately looking for something. ]
Not an Illusion...
[ She curses to herself silently, muttering a few more words before a thud could be heard, following a bit of panting. ]
Damn it-
[ long pause.
a rustle.
and theeen the realization of a headset that is on. and working. sets in. ]
... What is this-? |
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[May. 26th, 2009|05:30 pm] |
HMD
anon on and ip logging off.
aim; i hear a hunter
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