Thirty-Sixth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper | Forward-Timed to Later Afternoon]

[scramasax]

[Happy October, Numbers.

Have a special post to accompany one of the surprise complications of the day. Special lighting, special location. Anthony looks especially disheveled for this one - or p'raps that's the broad daylight overhead highlighting what's always been there? That might be another spot worn open in his forehead, the opening in his cheek a little wider, hair apparent enough as distinctly mussed in the back. In any case, he's on a street, and what view of buildings there is says not too far from Espresso Yourself.

His right sleeve's empty. Hanging down straight. He doesn't regard it one bit.

Sits put a few moments, opens his jaw, and takes a couple of breaths - good 'n slow, considering, loud by contrast to the lack thereof prior. Turns his head up one way, tips another - the loose sleeve swings - and he refocuses when the left hand catches the connection point.

When he speaks, apart from the halting, he sounds incongruously composed. His tone is almost dully even.]

If. There's anything on the news...

It. Wasn't. Me.

I -- was told... You - [Gulp.] - know who it was...

Dead - [That one hit a distinct tense chord. Falls out of it flatter and husky.]

We'll -- ...figure it out, figure it out, we - have - to figure it out, why does -- ...

It'll be all right... It'll be all right...

[He... had a train of thought. He still has it - just on standby. Don't blame him for being a wee bit freaked out right now - he knows he is, hence the disorientation and this current apparent detachment of his arm - all in his head, got to be all in his head, happens from time to time...]

I -- 'mmh.

I'll want to talk. ...When I, I, 'mm home, I -- think.

Comments

[Video]

[chalicejoker]

I'm not busy right now. You know me, any excuse to drive my motorcycle too fast somewhere.

[There's a jingle of keys to emphasize his point, since he knows Anthony can't see he's holding the keys.]

What sort of people?

[scramasax]

[He is actually not going to say anything to that first part - just knit his brow and cast his face off aside. Let Hajime make that call.

Wheezes whenthe subject changes.] They -- they were only, uhmmm...

...I-I can't really tell you; only, uh - ...people. [Gulp.] As -- far as I could tell, uh... Think -

[Shakes his head.]

Thought they were -- they -- thought they - were handing me in to the police, or - ...

[He hadn't meant to say "or" anything; lets that trail.]

'Mm sorry.

[chalicejoker]

Just people? Nothing special about them?

[He's talking as he's jogging out of his apartment and to where he's got his motorcycle parked.]

And if anyone hands you in to the police for whatever reason, the Lord of the Bugmen's busting you out.

Nothing to be sorry for.