Jan 22, 2011 15:27
[ There isn’t anything at first until a familiar… ]
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!
Przekleństwo to kawałek crap do piekła głębi! [ There’s a rather harsh crash as the communicator is hurled somewhere in his home, having grown more than tired of having it constantly shocking him for having nothing in particular to share with the inhabitants of this ‘fair’ city. It, however, is then followed by the sound of shattering glass. ]
Był Synem... That wasn’t supposed to happen. [ His voice keeps it’s calm demeanor despite the less than calm actions he’s just recently provided through the audio of his device. There’s a heavy sigh that comes from his lips. ]
This calls for a broom then. And that vase was delightful as well. Pity.
[ And with that the recording turns off. ]
( ooc: translations: “Curse this piece of crap to the depths of hell!” & “Son of a…” )
even good men go bad,
poliiiiiiiish!,
losing the battle with myself,
having a bad day don't mind me,
fuck this device