107 - A Misunderstanding
Hang on, I-- Hello? Prefect? Listen, are you--
[There's a pause, then Sam starts muttering to himself.]
No no no no no... this can't be, this can't be happening. [He lets out a pained sort of disbelieving laugh.] It's not working. It's-- it's-- it's gone off.
[There's a brief pause, then Sam lets out a shout, somewhat resembling the word "No." There's the sound of his fists hitting something hard, like a wall or a table top or something, and soon he's talking in a crazed sort of semi-hysterical voice, a mixture of desperation and anger.]
You can't do this, you can't... Two years-- we've had two years, before, what? You decide his number's up and it's time to throw him back?! You let him get this far, then take it all away from him? You think this is-- this is all a game? That you can just take people away whenever you, you feel like it?!
TWO YEARS! [Another SAM TYLER IS CRAZY shout.] You bastard! Bring him back! [A choked sob because Sam Tyler is a modern man, and modern men aren't afraid to cry.] You can't do this to him.
[ADDED AFTER HE FINDS OUT PREFECT'S STILL HERE.]
[A much calmer Sam speaks now.]
So, ah... Is anyone else's item... uh... broken?
[OOC: WOOO! After two years, PREFECT COMPLETED HIS FINAL STEP TO GRADUATION! Which means Sam will be riding into the sunset and off to retirement soon, but not before wrapping some things up. And having a party.
BUT FOR NOW: Prefect's a warden, and thus he's off of Sam's item. And nobody told Sam :c]
[There's a pause, then Sam starts muttering to himself.]
No no no no no... this can't be, this can't be happening. [He lets out a pained sort of disbelieving laugh.] It's not working. It's-- it's-- it's gone off.
[There's a brief pause, then Sam lets out a shout, somewhat resembling the word "No." There's the sound of his fists hitting something hard, like a wall or a table top or something, and soon he's talking in a crazed sort of semi-hysterical voice, a mixture of desperation and anger.]
You can't do this, you can't... Two years-- we've had two years, before, what? You decide his number's up and it's time to throw him back?! You let him get this far, then take it all away from him? You think this is-- this is all a game? That you can just take people away whenever you, you feel like it?!
TWO YEARS! [Another SAM TYLER IS CRAZY shout.] You bastard! Bring him back! [A choked sob because Sam Tyler is a modern man, and modern men aren't afraid to cry.] You can't do this to him.
[ADDED AFTER HE FINDS OUT PREFECT'S STILL HERE.]
[A much calmer Sam speaks now.]
So, ah... Is anyone else's item... uh... broken?
[OOC: WOOO! After two years, PREFECT COMPLETED HIS FINAL STEP TO GRADUATION! Which means Sam will be riding into the sunset and off to retirement soon, but not before wrapping some things up. And having a party.
BUT FOR NOW: Prefect's a warden, and thus he's off of Sam's item. And nobody told Sam :c]