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savetheearth2013-04-06 10:53 am
twopercent) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-06 10:53 am
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
- final fantasy xiii: lightning,
- gundam unicorn: full frontal,
- homestuck: her imperious condescension,
- homestuck: the psiioniic,
- jackie chan adventures: shendu,
- kamen rider blade: hajime aikawa,
- metal gear: raiden,
- parasol protectorate: randolph lyall,
- tsubasa chronicle: fai d flourite,
- yu-gi-oh!: bakura ryou
2nd Cut -- [Visual - reflective surface] -- [around 7:00am]
[Visual, much like Paul Ben's last night, of what is actually a fairly nice room with plush carpeting and wallpaper. And Jack, completely naked, who has managed to pull the desk he's cuffed to over close enough to the wall to awkwardly scrape his numbers into the wallpaper with the metal edge of the cuff. It's crazy, but there's nothing else he can do... and being crazy is pretty low on his list of concerns now.
It's clear Jack's been in a fight recently from the scrapes, bruises... and he's also completely missing an arm, although it's clear that's a much older injury from months and months ago. He also has a few incongruous burn marks and is half-soaked, as is the carpet around the desk. In short, he just does not look in good shape at all, painfully sore and and close to passing out from exhaustion and lack of sleep.
There's nobody else in the room, though, and no obvious immediate danger.]
Listen. I'm not sure how much time I have. Whatever's coming, though... they think we don't have a chance. Not even close. Just trying to make it easy for them to take over. I still don't know who... or what it is.
[bitter laugh, thinking back on his initial confrontation]
Crazy bastard.. caught the bullet.
The General's probably out there, trying to get more intel on the network now. Sounds like they don't have anything to do with it... and want to know more. Who's involved, how many. I can hold out... but make sure they don't uncover anything out there.
[God, what else. Jack racks his brain trying to think of anything else useful to pass along -- but there wasn't much, and his mind is muddled, wild memories jostling up against current reality.]
If you get this message, let me know you copy. Not keeping the channel open long... I'm scratching out the number before they come back.
It's clear Jack's been in a fight recently from the scrapes, bruises... and he's also completely missing an arm, although it's clear that's a much older injury from months and months ago. He also has a few incongruous burn marks and is half-soaked, as is the carpet around the desk. In short, he just does not look in good shape at all, painfully sore and and close to passing out from exhaustion and lack of sleep.
There's nobody else in the room, though, and no obvious immediate danger.]
Listen. I'm not sure how much time I have. Whatever's coming, though... they think we don't have a chance. Not even close. Just trying to make it easy for them to take over. I still don't know who... or what it is.
[bitter laugh, thinking back on his initial confrontation]
Crazy bastard.. caught the bullet.
The General's probably out there, trying to get more intel on the network now. Sounds like they don't have anything to do with it... and want to know more. Who's involved, how many. I can hold out... but make sure they don't uncover anything out there.
[God, what else. Jack racks his brain trying to think of anything else useful to pass along -- but there wasn't much, and his mind is muddled, wild memories jostling up against current reality.]
If you get this message, let me know you copy. Not keeping the channel open long... I'm scratching out the number before they come back.
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