[Alex lets out a tiny sigh, and there's a sound of heavy paper hitting a tabletop-- or, more accurately, a photograph hitting the tabletop. When Alex speaks, his voice is tight, curt, and it's obvious that he's addressing someone in particular, though if it's Discordia or Ihy, he can't exactly tell.]

I don't want this.

[Alex's waking is not a pleasant or comfortable one. He jolts awake, breathing heavy, obviously struggling and in pain. There's a few seconds of him simply getting his bearings before he speaks.]

What? How did I get here? What is goin' on?

[He struggles for a bit more, and there's the sound of fabric rustling as he adjusts his position on the bed ( Read more... )

[Though Alex has stayed deathly quiet on the network over the past few days out of complete and utter shame and horror over his last Dark Tower dream, his communicator suddenly buzzes to life. Just as his humiliation had started to subside, he found that his brother was missing. Again. And yet, he could hear his voice off in this distance. It was ( Read more... )

[Alex's plea comes out in a scream. It's a kind of scratchy sound, coming mostly from his throat, and filled completely with rage.]

DISCORDIA!

[His next words are still loud, though not nearly as pained as his call for Discordia was. Also, they come out sloppy and a little slurred, revealing his obvious state of intoxication.]YOU FUCKING BITCH! ( Read more... )

( Private | Hackable if your character is really that bored/concerned/curious enough to hack it )

[The screen stays black for a few seconds once the feed starts up, and there's a loud rustling sound, as though someone is rubbing up against the microphone. Because they are. Alex rolled over onto his communicator. Eventually he peels his fat ass out of bed and groggily saunters over to the old, decrepit bureau on the opposite side of his bedroom ( Read more... )

[It takes a few seconds for Alex to start talking, and even when he does, his voice is hesitant and unsure, and he continually trips over his own words. Pain and grief are strikingly clear in his tone.]

I- I can't...

Ther--

I didn--

[He swallows hard, and his next words escape his lips around a heavy breath.] I'm so sorry ( Read more... )

[Filtered from Joshua]

[Alex's voice is sarcastically monotone, and he sounds so ridiculously fed up]

Oh, hey, look what I found. It's a picture and video of me and Tom that Balthazar was going to try to give away in exchange for information. Oh no, oh no, I guess you guys can't play your game anymore. Oooooh, damn, sorry.

[a picture of Tom and ( Read more... )

[Alex's voice is soft, as though he doesn't realize that he's speaking aloud] What the-- Joey Bartlett?

[gradually, he raises his voice] Hey-- Joey. It's me, Alex Shepherd. Josh's brother. You remember, right? Where is he?

Wait--

Where are you going?

[the sound of hurried, yet shuffling, footsteps as Alex painfully attempts to chase after the ( Read more... )

( Drunken mayhem. cut for sanity. )