Grell Sutcliffe | Record: 1
[voice]
[There are a few moments of silence before a deep-some would say quite theatrical-sigh begins her post.]
If this is some sort of ludicrous dream brought upon by a head injury or the like, I must say I'm disappointed in myself. Rather lacking in detail for a dream, devoid of a nigh essential, and it's lost its charm fast.
[She laughs, speaking more for the benefit of furthering her own denial than any actual purpose.]
But that would constitute a dream extremely far under, for the tactile to be tangible, and the wished for locked behind the doors of the mental stronghold, for voices that are nothing but strange to issue from so small a space...
[Grell trails off, then there is a small thump as she tosses the device aside.]
[There are a few moments of silence before a deep-some would say quite theatrical-sigh begins her post.]
If this is some sort of ludicrous dream brought upon by a head injury or the like, I must say I'm disappointed in myself. Rather lacking in detail for a dream, devoid of a nigh essential, and it's lost its charm fast.
[She laughs, speaking more for the benefit of furthering her own denial than any actual purpose.]
But that would constitute a dream extremely far under, for the tactile to be tangible, and the wished for locked behind the doors of the mental stronghold, for voices that are nothing but strange to issue from so small a space...
[Grell trails off, then there is a small thump as she tosses the device aside.]