Would everyone just get off my fuckin' case, already? So I slugged the fuckin' smug bastard. So what? Or is everyone gonna suddenly start protecting him, now?

[ A few more grumbled curse words before the thud of dropping the communicator. A few beeps and fumbling as he tries to turn it off, but instead turns on the video feature ( Read more... )

[ There is the faint sound of heavy foot steps as the recording starts, but no voice. Then the distinctive rustle of fabric over the microphone. Someone had, once again, turned on the recording by accident. This time but shoving the thing back into his pocket.

After a few moments, Crawford's voice can be heard. ]

What the fuck is THAT?

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[ The feed starts suddenly with a clatter of noise and a wild blur, interspersed with static. When it settles at last, Crawford's boot can be seen towering above the device. Just beyond is a shambling zombie. Crawford runs forward and smacks the thing in the head with a piece of pipe. When it falls, he laughs triumphantly, stepping backwards. ]Don' ( Read more... )

[ The recording starts and it's obviously accidental. He holds the device at just below chest level, glaring down at it. But the anger wasn't nearly as sharp as it usually was. There was a solemness about him. "It'd be a cold day in hell before I ever liked that fuckin' geezer," he muttered ( Read more... )

( Semi-backdated: The post was recorded yesterday, after the argument with Yuusuke, but had not been posted. After posting the previous one, he posted it when trying to delete it--he is not so good with technology. )[ A soft, dull thud, the communicator dropping to the bed beside him. After a few moments, there's a shaky breath. A few moments after ( Read more... )