[she groans, and her voice is pretty freaking pathetic-sounding.]

I think I'm getting sick-or I already am sick. I ache all over, and everything keeps spinning. I'd grab a potion, but every time I try to get up, I kind of uh, fall over.

[she sort of sniffles.]My floor is actually sorta comfortable. After lying on it for like, an hour, I guess it ( Read more... )

[thunder and rain are clearly audible. her gasping breaths come at irregular intervals. sniffles, a few stifled sobs. thunder booms, and she screams. the recording is cut now and then by static, making all of it hard to understand. her voice is distressed, frightened, panicked, etc.]

Can't-hufrana du ku-need to-

[more thunder, and she screams ( Read more... )

[recording starts with a low, feminine groan. shifting of material-on-material. after a few seconds, all sound stops, and her breathing speeds up and becomes pretty shallow. suddenly, there's a scrambling, and her voice comes in, distinctly higher-pitched and panicky.]

Frana ys E?! What the-where's the-why am I not on the airshipBrother, this had ( Read more... )

[Begin Recording]

(Incessant tapping of metal against concrete. Her voice, when it comes in, is obviously relieved.)

S'about time that ended. Thanks, Val. You too, Allen. Dunno what I'd have done without you guys.

Haven't been out scavenging in a while. Maybe the storm unearthed some good machina. Off to the junkyard, then~

(Tapping stops, and ( Read more... )

[Voice Post]

(Yea, she's not even trying to stifle her sobs. So tons of crying here, and after a few seconds she subsides into hiccups. Then her voice comes in, strained and hoarse.)

Dr-drihtan. Mekrdhehk.

Garage n-not--

(Crash of thunder, followed immediately by a scream and more sobs. It takes her a few seconds to get everything together and ( Read more... )

[Begin Recording]

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

WHERE AM I?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE'S BROTHER?! FRO YNAH'D E UH DRA AIRSHIP?!

BROTHER!

[End Recording]

(OOC; ... Have 15-year-old Rikku. ♥)

[Begin Recording]

(Audible growl. Her voice is annoyed as all hell.)

Fryd dra vilg.

How the vilg could one little box tu drec du sa and then no reverse it? For serious. I'm cute and all, but meow.

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Oh. Ifrit's flaming ass no.

(A few muttered curses, peppered with the occasional "meow!" before the recording cuts.)

[End Recording]

( ( Read more... )

[Begin Recording]

(Stifled yawn. Her voice is so obviously tired that it's almost pathetic.)

Don't... knock on my door... at five-thirty... in the morning.

(Yawn.)

Especially not to... tell me that you... lost your phone number.

Ryda dryd.

(Another yawn, and then a low thump. Slow breathing as she falls asleep right there beside the terminal ( Read more... )

[Begin Recording]

(Post randomly starts recording. Light footsteps, followed by a set of heavier footfalls. Shuffling of metal objects, and a voice comes in mid-sentence.)

Rikku: --otta be around here somewhere...

(A whistle breaks in the background--likely slightly back and a bit away from Rikku's initial position in terms of sound. You can ( Read more... )

[Begin Recording]

(Not much, except a bit of water swishing around because she's carrying it in a bucket. Duh.)

Hey, guys! C'mon over whenever, okay~?

[insert directions heeeere]

(Lots and lots of splashing as she pours the water out and then the recording cuts.)

[End Recording]

(OOC; See over here~ And yay for most half-pointless post ever