Given recent evidence, I can only believe that there is such a thing as karma.

[ a pause. ]

How...anticlimactic.

Have I been gone long?

SO MUCH USELESS TALK.

IT'S EASIER JUST TO SMASH.

I COULD ALWAYS START.

[ooc: you bet that Hulk writes haiku now.]

[ the communicator turns on as it is dropped on a pile of...well, a pile of everything, judging by the angle. There are magazines, file folders, and sticky-notes everywhere; Bruce's organizational methods are methods in name only. The communicator slides down the pile and comes to rest against a fish tank. There is a sea sponge inside the water, ( Read more... )

[ the feed opens, spooling through focus and blur until the image sharpens on a close-up of a dog. The dog is sleeping, wrinkled face slack and nose worming as it breathes ]

This is my dog. His name is Archimedes, but---but I usually call him Archie. Animals identify to the "ee" sound. He was a gift to me, a....for Christmas. From. From Betty. [ ( Read more... )

HULK THOUGHT GREEN DAY WAS IN HULK'S HONOR.

HULK WAS WRONG.

STUPID HOLIDAY.

J---Ja---

[ someone sounds twisted up and distraught. There's a kksshh-and release in the audio as he pulls a long hit off an inhaler ]

Jan, someone's been in the lab. Someone broke in. It's---all my things---my personal belongings---destroyed, or moved, or---I don't know why or what they were looking for, but---

Where are you? Are you okay?

[ the video feed starts up with Bruce adjusting the lens, vision tilting back and forth until he is satisfied with the feed. He's sitting at his desk in his lab, Jan working at her own station behind him ]

Ah. Hello again. I've gone through all of the comments and posts connected to the version of myself that was living in this City prior to my ( Read more... )

And, we're recording. Interesting. [ he sounds like Bruce Banner, but...not. His voice is even, calm, and eerily collected. There is no hesitation in his tone, none of his usual pauses and mumbling ]

My name is Dr. Robert Bruce Banner, and I should not be here.

I don't want to be here. You don't want me to be here.

[ a pauseStarktech? ( Read more... )

[ you know what that close-up of a huge red eye with a green sclera means---Hulk has gotten a hold of the communicator again. His breathing is a low throb in the background, coupled with a slow growl ]

HULK...KNOW WHAT TODAY IS. HULK KNOW BECAUSE PUNY BANNER COMPLAIN TOO MUCH ( Read more... )

Betty Ross was ported out last week. I doubt anyone knows that, unless they pieced it out from my...dramatics. Betty was a known felon here, living below her standards in order to keep her head down. She's gone, and the Hulk didn't make an appearance thanks to Jan taking care of me---and, well, telling me that all the pills she was putting in my ( Read more... )