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savetheearth2013-10-21 09:59 pm
scramasax) wrote in savetheearth2013-10-21 09:59 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
- animorphs: aximili-esgarrouth-isthill,
- eternal darkness: anthony,
- homestuck: vriska serket,
- kamen rider blade: hajime aikawa,
- original: alexander varista,
- original: reilanin bainbridge,
- original: sandrath,
- parasol protectorate: randolph lyall,
- shadow of the colossus: wander,
- touhou project: marisa kirisame,
- yu-gi-oh!: bakura ryou
Thirteenth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]
[This is Anthony appearing on the feed.
And this is Anthony looking worse than he's ever looked for anyone who last saw him before this evening. His skin's gone from gray to very dead off-white; his face is riddled with bloody holes, teeth exposed by a missing portion of lip and the corners of his mouth eaten away to something like a ragged, sloppy Glasgow grin; eyes are sunken and bruised brown, thickly-glazed over, and wide.
He's leaning slumped against the wall. His voice is still perfectly recognizable - and for its hush and its hoarseness is hysterical.]
-- I'm sorry... [Painfully, cringingly suppressed.] -- I'm sorry... it's - come off, my - arm's come off, my right arm -- [His right arm is in fact visible in the frame, and not only does it appear to be attached, it's working he's moving as if he doesn't expect he has a right arm and yet it isn't unresponsive. He's not only leaning his right shoulder against a wall, he'sbracing the arm against it.] -- I didn't think it - was actually - going - to come off -- I -- I don't know what -- I -- ...I need --
[Low, wavering voiced groan.] -- Someone -- please, someone help -- ...! Help -- help -- ...
[Breaks off suddenly - with another groan.
Thicker. Partly heaved through the nose - still pained, with a component of exasperation, or offense, or confusion. Not panicked. Something with more outright force or fight. Drops his forehead into - both hands, brought up to meet it.]
This isn't -- really happening -- ...!
[Drags off - again into a profoundly... mortified groan. It lasts between one and two seconds and thins to hoarse, shallow breaths to a stability. That too quiets down further - and Anthony cuts the connection. Takes enough care to keep it off him as he does so. Any replies he makes will come at least half an hour later.]
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[[Still confused as all hell. Especially at the shuffling back.]]
...what did I just miss the cue for?
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[Voice drops from its higher edge there to a more at-rest breathy point.] ... -- I - I don't have to be sorry that you're -- seeing - me like this... [Attempt at rephrasing the last question - he'd thought he was forming some other thought but was reeled back in there.]
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He shakes his head slightly]]
Don't apologize for stuff you have no control over. If this was you trying to get creative with body mod stuff, then you could be sorry. I'm not gonna start turning into a little girl going "EEEWW GROOOSS" or anything like that.
[[He might get a can of air freshener though. Because eesh. The worst kind of BO. Poor bastard]]
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[This is still detraction in lieu of coherent formation of meaningful thought, and meanwhile he'll try to keep guilt over the fact divulged out of this.]
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[He actually says it almost casually, both in not wanting to turn it into another topic of discussion and his brain still working elsewhere.]
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..I am -- appreciative that you care -- as much about - this -- as you do. -- I know everyone does... [Another clumsy trail-off. He actively combats the desire to follow it with another "but" - that'd defeat the purpose; he really does appreciate Bakura's prior reassurance, wants it clearly affirmed.]
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