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savetheearth2013-11-17 08:42 pm
drama8om8) wrote in savetheearth2013-11-17 08:42 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
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- violinist of hameln: raiel
text/audio;
[ The post opens with a handy little form letter custom-designed by Octavia for people to fill out. Enjoy. ]
Dear Tavia / Alan / Tavia and Alan / President O8ama,
I, (YOUR NAME HERE), am pissed at / super pissed at / really super pissed at / shockingly attracted to you right now. What were you thinking / are you wearing, cutie(s). What you did was irresponsible / reckless / dangerous / actually pretty cool / worse than str8-up murdering a flock of 8a8ies and I can't 8elieve you would 8e so stupid / you didn't invite me / you are not dead / it's not 8utter. Wow, am I ever 8uttmad / asschafed / cheekstung / rearniggled right now. Damn.
To conclude, you are dum8 / 8rave / lucky to 8e alive / actually already punished enough for this / going to get punched in the face / a 8itch / in possession of a really gr8 8utt.
We are / are not friends any more. I hope you die / don't die,
love / no love from YOUR NAME HERE.
[ That done with, she switches to audio. ]
Just thought I'd cut down on the lecture time for everybody. Because while I am sure all of you are oh-so-fucking ready to sate your massive told-you-so boners, I actually have stuff to say! Like "thanks for being super cool badasses and saving us, rescue teams." And "wow those photos being shown on the news are unflattering as fuck." And "please remember we just spent days in solitary confinement thinking we were going to have our brains scooped out." Which means yes! Alan and I are entirely aware of how quote-dumb-unquote my plan was and all the implications of it and blah blah blah don't waste your fucking time fussing at us.
I also want to point out that like. Somebody would have got caught at some point anyway, right? Like this whole deal was only ever going to last so long. And if it had to be somebody it was good that the captives were us! People who didn't fucking talk even a little, no matter what they threatened us with. People who were brave and cool at all times! People who could contact the outside without writing a number in blood or snot or whatever and blowing this whole shitfest operation. You are welcome.
[ There's a half-uttered syllable, then a soft mmgh as she apparently rethinks what she was going to say. Then, in a falsely lighthearted tone: ]
And, uh. Since like. My face is out there anyway I don't really have shit to lose as far as that is concerned! So what if we had me record a message saying that we ain't terrorists. Maybe explain our deal a little or something? And then put it on Youtube or send it to the press or whatever. Like, if there is a way to do that safely and securely and not get caught. And if people think that's a good idea and not me being fucktarded, haha! And stuff.
Dear Tavia / Alan / Tavia and Alan / President O8ama,
I, (YOUR NAME HERE), am pissed at / super pissed at / really super pissed at / shockingly attracted to you right now. What were you thinking / are you wearing, cutie(s). What you did was irresponsible / reckless / dangerous / actually pretty cool / worse than str8-up murdering a flock of 8a8ies and I can't 8elieve you would 8e so stupid / you didn't invite me / you are not dead / it's not 8utter. Wow, am I ever 8uttmad / asschafed / cheekstung / rearniggled right now. Damn.
To conclude, you are dum8 / 8rave / lucky to 8e alive / actually already punished enough for this / going to get punched in the face / a 8itch / in possession of a really gr8 8utt.
We are / are not friends any more. I hope you die / don't die,
love / no love from YOUR NAME HERE.
[ That done with, she switches to audio. ]
Just thought I'd cut down on the lecture time for everybody. Because while I am sure all of you are oh-so-fucking ready to sate your massive told-you-so boners, I actually have stuff to say! Like "thanks for being super cool badasses and saving us, rescue teams." And "wow those photos being shown on the news are unflattering as fuck." And "please remember we just spent days in solitary confinement thinking we were going to have our brains scooped out." Which means yes! Alan and I are entirely aware of how quote-dumb-unquote my plan was and all the implications of it and blah blah blah don't waste your fucking time fussing at us.
I also want to point out that like. Somebody would have got caught at some point anyway, right? Like this whole deal was only ever going to last so long. And if it had to be somebody it was good that the captives were us! People who didn't fucking talk even a little, no matter what they threatened us with. People who were brave and cool at all times! People who could contact the outside without writing a number in blood or snot or whatever and blowing this whole shitfest operation. You are welcome.
[ There's a half-uttered syllable, then a soft mmgh as she apparently rethinks what she was going to say. Then, in a falsely lighthearted tone: ]
And, uh. Since like. My face is out there anyway I don't really have shit to lose as far as that is concerned! So what if we had me record a message saying that we ain't terrorists. Maybe explain our deal a little or something? And then put it on Youtube or send it to the press or whatever. Like, if there is a way to do that safely and securely and not get caught. And if people think that's a good idea and not me being fucktarded, haha! And stuff.
voice;
.... That bastard. Mikasa and Raoul too, I bet.
voice;
Oh no. ]
Blue, uh. Blue blood and sharp teeth, huh. Ditto! Haha. Ha. Wow.
And yeah. Probably. But he didn't mention them, so. Maybe they're still okay?
voice;
Your blood is blue, too.
[he knows she's a member of Karson's dumb little weird blood brigade but he never heard what color.]
voice ==> text;
This color.
My mom's was, too. And we 8oth had, uh. Hella teeth. Kind of?
Hers were. Technically mandi8les I guess.
voice --> video;
[he switches to video, and opens up his mouth. Each tooth is sharp, and his canines are longer than the others. Also his tongue and gums are bright ass blue. SEE ICON.]
See.
voice;
No offense but if my teeth end up like that I am going to throw myself off every bridge.
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voice;
It is like you are mine and Alan's past-life hideous hellspawn child.
voice;
I'm gonna stop this train of thought right there. Too creepy.
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