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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[ He meant to lock it, but failed. He's not very good at this tech thing. ]

Zelda? I uh...know it doesn't really apply to you but...

[ He clears his throat]

I haven't had a--that is, you're the closest thing I got so I....I got you somethin'. For today. If you want it, I guess...

[ A few more awkward sounds of trying to add something, before he ( Read more... )

[ He sounds like Crawford, but not. There is still the overlyaing gruffness brought on by smoking since he was thirteen. But the tired anger was gone. There was one, overbearing fact that marked this voice as not quite right: he spoke with a thick, Irish accent. ]What the bloody hell is going on here? Dane? Jackie? I knew the lure of an honest to ( Read more... )

[ Yelling, and very, very angry. ]

Who the fuck stole my backpack!?