[Accidental Voice Post]
[The recording starts abruptly, coming on in the middle of a sentence. There is the sound of plastic against ceramic tile under a woman's voice, rough and throaty.]
--handle this any more. S-slaggers and cross-wired glitches, a-all of them.
[Shuffling, sniffling, getting rapidly quieter. Blackout's moving away from the mic.]
Weird...urges, desires to consume. Pain, blood. I hate this. Damn body's out of c-control, can't make it do what I need it to.
[More sniffling, then the sound of Blackout blowing her nose.]
Ugh. Absolutely disgusting. What else can humans discharge? [Pause, then a short, bitter laugh.] Don't even want to know. Don't. Don't.
Won't.
Refuse.
[More shuffling, and the sound of bare feet on tile. A thump, a sigh, another shuffle, and then a choked groan. When she speaks again, it's muffled.]
Parasite in my body and I will not carry it. Not for him, not for any of them. Not when it keeps me from myself.
[Her voice hitches, and then there is the unmistakable sound of sobbing.]
Want to be myself again. Need to b-be [indecipherable--a learned ear might recognize it as a mangled attempt to mutter her designation in the original Cybertronian] again. Can't stay, c-can't be th-his any more, not w-when I'm losing myself--!
[Faintly, there is scratching, and a high-pitched whine. Blackout inhales shakily. In a whisper:] Scorponok...
[Shuffling. A click and the sound of a door opening, then the clatter of doggy nails on the tile. The door closes with a thud and another click.]
H-here, Scor-orponok. Here. [Sniffle.] ...No, don't step on the--!
[Click.]
((Yeah, so she doesn't realize she started recording when she put the PDA down; Scorp turned it off when he stepped on it. She'll answer tags tomorrow conveniently, when I wake up. |D;;))
--handle this any more. S-slaggers and cross-wired glitches, a-all of them.
[Shuffling, sniffling, getting rapidly quieter. Blackout's moving away from the mic.]
Weird...urges, desires to consume. Pain, blood. I hate this. Damn body's out of c-control, can't make it do what I need it to.
[More sniffling, then the sound of Blackout blowing her nose.]
Ugh. Absolutely disgusting. What else can humans discharge? [Pause, then a short, bitter laugh.] Don't even want to know. Don't. Don't.
Won't.
Refuse.
[More shuffling, and the sound of bare feet on tile. A thump, a sigh, another shuffle, and then a choked groan. When she speaks again, it's muffled.]
Parasite in my body and I will not carry it. Not for him, not for any of them. Not when it keeps me from myself.
[Her voice hitches, and then there is the unmistakable sound of sobbing.]
Want to be myself again. Need to b-be [indecipherable--a learned ear might recognize it as a mangled attempt to mutter her designation in the original Cybertronian] again. Can't stay, c-can't be th-his any more, not w-when I'm losing myself--!
[Faintly, there is scratching, and a high-pitched whine. Blackout inhales shakily. In a whisper:] Scorponok...
[Shuffling. A click and the sound of a door opening, then the clatter of doggy nails on the tile. The door closes with a thud and another click.]
H-here, Scor-orponok. Here. [Sniffle.] ...No, don't step on the--!
[Click.]
((Yeah, so she doesn't realize she started recording when she put the PDA down; Scorp turned it off when he stepped on it. She'll answer tags tomorrow conveniently, when I wake up. |D;;))