Nov 28, 2008 21:10
[She's breathing heavily when the machine clicks on and her voice is strained, as if she hasn't slept and is starting to freak out a little.]
I don't care anymore. i can't... can't do this any longer...
Vincent...
[Her intake of breath is audible here and she pauses a moment]
I'm going to find you, wherever you are.
[The sound of a chair scraping the floor is heard and footsteps that get progressively fainter. A door shuts in the distance and there are several minutes of silence before the recording clicks off]
((OOC: she's leaving right after this, so she won't respond, but a log'll be going up soon if anyone feels like they want to escort her on her random run outside.))
gonna get myself killed,
what the hell,
screw the crabs want my man,
vincent,
voice post,
lucy fit in three...