May 04, 2011 02:08
[ooc: backdated to May 2, Monday Evening!]
[Eugene is trying to contact a certain boss of his but the call is accidentally filtered to Rapunzel instead. His voice sounds strained against the speaker, and his speech is punctuated by badly-stifled gasps:]
Hey... Got myself in... a bit of a jam here... [his attempted chuckle turns into a hacking cough] I know you... don't owe me anythin' but- [more coughing, and does it sound a little wet to you? There is a shuddering intake of breath] -shit. I could... really use a hand right now.
[a pause which is filled with a couple of grunts and what sounds like something being dragged against concrete. A few gasps and then:]
Managed to... get myself near one of those... police stations...
You'll... find me easy... I think. [another breathless chuckle] Just follow the... trail of... blood.....
[before the line goes dead, Eugene's last words fade into the background and are followed by a loud thud!]
~voice,
!somarium,
~events : 1920s au,
*ic,
wanna help the idiot thief?,
bit off more than he could chew