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savetheearth2013-12-13 10:11 am
espigeonage) wrote in savetheearth2013-12-13 10:11 am
[Voice]
[Backdated to the 12th. Julien doesn't have his phone on him, but he was conscious and able to use his nail to scratch his number on his forearm, so - skin-based audio, how novel! He's not at his best.]
I got shot. ...I got fucking shot in the chest. Yesterday, when they hit the clinic. And I've never really... I've held a gun before, but I didn't... ugh I know you all, not all of you, lots of you think these other- these other guys are you but I'm telling you, I'm not. I don't go oh I've been shot, better pretend I'm totally fine and - and flirt, and shoot people and be really stupidly cryptic. 'S not me. Wasn't me. God...
[his breathing is audible, rather deeper than human breaths but, just now, harsh and fast. He gets it to slow.]
Nothing sounds right. And I smell like bread and have like a fever, and there's this weird lump on my back someone needs to look at. Because I obviously needed to grow... things. Yeast lumps. Turn into a baking monst... look, I don't know. Just someone come tell me if it's pulse-cancer or a- something else.
And someone feed my birds. ...Please. I can't go out there right now. [muttered] Sorry I'm complaining so much.
I got shot. ...I got fucking shot in the chest. Yesterday, when they hit the clinic. And I've never really... I've held a gun before, but I didn't... ugh I know you all, not all of you, lots of you think these other- these other guys are you but I'm telling you, I'm not. I don't go oh I've been shot, better pretend I'm totally fine and - and flirt, and shoot people and be really stupidly cryptic. 'S not me. Wasn't me. God...
[his breathing is audible, rather deeper than human breaths but, just now, harsh and fast. He gets it to slow.]
Nothing sounds right. And I smell like bread and have like a fever, and there's this weird lump on my back someone needs to look at. Because I obviously needed to grow... things. Yeast lumps. Turn into a baking monst... look, I don't know. Just someone come tell me if it's pulse-cancer or a- something else.
And someone feed my birds. ...Please. I can't go out there right now. [muttered] Sorry I'm complaining so much.
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[Seriously, he could do without getting mugged on top of everything else.]
Anyway, I'm gonna borrow the bathroom again. No need to attract even more attention to myself.
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...Thanks again.
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[Well. It is kind of a problem, but like he'd say that.
Once he's got his contacts back in, he'll give a short wave before he's off!]