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savetheearth2013-09-12 11:56 pm
dancingonapin) wrote in savetheearth2013-09-12 11:56 pm
02 ✝ [handwritten/action; pen and notepad]
I must be bloody well insane to think that this is going to work, but I suppose I really have no choice now, do I?
[Francis is scribbling some curvy cursive handwriting across a notepad; he was somewhat thankful that he always kept a notepad and pen on him, for emergencies. Though he hadn't thought he'd be needing it for an emergency of this nature...]
If anyone can actually see this, I need some help. I was out on the streets, walking from the coffee shop after my night classes were complete, and I was attacked by two men- one armed with a firearm, though I think it was filled with blanks. He fired a warning shot near me, but I don't see any evidence of a bullet hole anywhere.
They took my phone, they took my wallet, and they beat the ever-living piss out of me. I can't call for any authorities, I can barely move, and I'm a bit isolated here.
[As he writes, blood is dripping from his nose. Wiping it with the back of his hand, blood smears begin getting mixed in with his writing as it appears on the page, though he's not aware of it. He hardly thinks this is going to work, let alone show everything that shows up on the page, writing or blood.]
If someone could send the police... or an ambulance, or both, I would really appreciate it. Lord, this is why we need pay phones. I'm not even sure if anybody can actually see this... Ugh, Francis, of course they can't see this, you're writing to yourself in a notebook.
Well, in case this somehow actually works.
[Francis writes down the address he's located near on the notepad, along with some brief directions to his exact location, and then sets aside his pen, slumping back against the alley wall in frustration.]
[Francis is scribbling some curvy cursive handwriting across a notepad; he was somewhat thankful that he always kept a notepad and pen on him, for emergencies. Though he hadn't thought he'd be needing it for an emergency of this nature...]
If anyone can actually see this, I need some help. I was out on the streets, walking from the coffee shop after my night classes were complete, and I was attacked by two men- one armed with a firearm, though I think it was filled with blanks. He fired a warning shot near me, but I don't see any evidence of a bullet hole anywhere.
They took my phone, they took my wallet, and they beat the ever-living piss out of me. I can't call for any authorities, I can barely move, and I'm a bit isolated here.
[As he writes, blood is dripping from his nose. Wiping it with the back of his hand, blood smears begin getting mixed in with his writing as it appears on the page, though he's not aware of it. He hardly thinks this is going to work, let alone show everything that shows up on the page, writing or blood.]
If someone could send the police... or an ambulance, or both, I would really appreciate it. Lord, this is why we need pay phones. I'm not even sure if anybody can actually see this... Ugh, Francis, of course they can't see this, you're writing to yourself in a notebook.
Well, in case this somehow actually works.
[Francis writes down the address he's located near on the notepad, along with some brief directions to his exact location, and then sets aside his pen, slumping back against the alley wall in frustration.]
[action]
[Francis shifts a little as Nick crouches down. It doesn't seem anything's broken, or at least he doesn't think anything's broken, but he is bruised to all hell and still bleeding.]
Hah, in person before tonight? No, never. Maybe I'm not the best person to ask when it comes to guns. I'm really just guessing based on what I can see, and perhaps trying to keep myself from having a panic attack about the whole ordeal.