[ ♞ 001 ; VOICE ]

Sep 08, 2008 21:32

[ at first, nothing -- then the rustle of movement:

restless rush-stomp footsteps, and the grind of something metal scratching against the pavement with each movement -- then, a low laugh, slowly rising into volume to a harsh bark, ending in a snarl ]

-- fuckin' weak.

The fuck is this now -- new hallucinogen? Abduction and displacement? Dreamtech? [ another harsh, barking laugh ] Come on, you bastards, I know your hospitality's through the roof -- come out and say something.

ic ; where's ghost, ic ;, ic ; oh fuckin' joy, ic ; enter stage right, ic ; t-minus 10 to rage, ic ; not amused, ic ; what the fuck is this

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