02 ✝ [handwritten/action; pen and notepad]

[dancingonapin]

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.]

Comments

video {iphone}

[ursoreckless]

The fuck... Are you still conscious?

[action]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick sees this, but as soon as he reads it through enough to see that the man has written down his location, he doesn't bother replying.

He's still pretending that he isn't a cop on the network, as much as he can, so there's no reason to broadcast to everyone that he's a police officer and he'll come to help right away.

Instead, he just drives over, parking nearby and then walking slowly towards the address, scanning for any sign of someone injured. When he spots a man leaning against an alleyway, he stops.]

Hello? I'm Detective Burkhardt, are you all right?

[text]

[elfstoned]

Do you still need help?

[He's planning to head down that way if he doesn't get a reply, but it's best to check first.]

[Text]

[truthandlogic]

[Miles does check to be sure assistance was given, since he sees Aaron has responded, it would appear the person will be taken care of as far as injuries go.]

Once you are more recovered if you wish for a lawyer's assistance with this matter feel free to call my office.

[Below this Miles has typed in the address of his law firm and the phone number and email at which an attorney can be reached.]

[Voice]

[dododo]

Where are you? Have you gotten help yet? I can get an ambulance for you.