Why...why didn't it....I just...

[He swallows hard. He has to take a few moments to compose himself, rubbing at his eyes.]

E-excuse me.

Would...anyone else like to go down to the pub? I...I'm not a great drinker but...I'm so tired. It's rude, I know but...if anyone is up for it...

....I could...use the company.

Coyote is sitting down in front of the crappy ass computer, shirtless, but there's a reason for that. His left shoulder is hastily patched up and wrapped in bandages where you can see the blood already starting to show through. Fortunately, he doesn't look all too bothered by it, but he's sweating a bit. Like it had just happened and was barely ( Read more... )

[He had been forewarned about what using this device would be like, a brief instruction giving him tools enough for his purpose.  Yet he used it with great caution, as the small boxy object with which he could 'call' on the whole of the town made him wary.  When the last of the rings cut off with the call being picked up, that soft little click, he ( Read more... )

hoooleeesshti what ios wrong with you people isnt there something to do here i just darnk with a bnuch of teenagers

what the hell am i doin'g anymore/ i dont even know any of you

everybodys gone now

like always

oh FUCK me i'm shitfacde

a,sdlafsdonlkm,.sadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

It's times like these that we need a fucking gun store that actually operates.

I wonder where the FUCK we can find one of those, hm.

Final-fucking-ly.

That is all I gotta say about all this bullshit.

...but now what?

[ despite the colorful language, he sounds really tired ]

[Garcian Smith's house is just as victim to the flooding as anyone else's, and it's evident even over the phone. The faint hiss of running water is audible in the background of this call, accompanied by a persistent dripping.]

"As water wears away stones and torrents wash away the soil, so you destroy man's hope." Funny how all this is making ( Read more... )

a/s/l?

[After this conversation, Ema double checks the phone book - to make sure he really is there this time - before placing a call. She's got more than a few questions for you, Danny boy.]

[The voice is strange - distorted, echoing, reversing back and playing forwards again, and yet still all coming out as perfectly intelligible English.]Hey, chief. Straight up - what's the score here? For once, I'm at a loss! I'm the informant without a clue! I'm getting some sick deja-vu here. Only difference is, there's no Angel here. We're really ( Read more... )