Entry 314; Day 205
[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((Heavy breathing for a moment, the sound of someone bearing up under pain, shuffling slide of the Network contraption over sheets...then a voice, low, slow, in pain...))
... ... ...
...I am... ((swallowing sound)) ...very unwell at present...
I don't believe that I shall be... ((Sharp hiss of discomfort.)) ...going out today at all.
((Breathing for a moment, yes, breathe, it's all right.))
...
Not that I'd want to with all the madness out there.
I shall be...well tomorrow, I know.
Bloody, awful, stupid, damnable City.
((Quieter, muffled by blankets now, higher pitched: an acute pain now.))
Riff--((a high, whining sound...))
((Momentary fumbling.))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Souvenirs You Never Lose. Every last scar on his back has opened and they sting all over again. Every. Last. One. He absolutely will not let anyone see, touch, or know about these scars (save Riff), so don't expect him to tell you what's wrong. He'll be lying on his stomach all day, the door locked and barred, with a towel on his back, hurting in more ways than one. Added to that, he's also suffering the effects of the arsenic his father used to hide in the sugar for his tea. Pain and fainting to be expected in addition to the bleeding. It's almost as good as turning him into a kid again.]
((Click.))
((Heavy breathing for a moment, the sound of someone bearing up under pain, shuffling slide of the Network contraption over sheets...then a voice, low, slow, in pain...))
... ... ...
...I am... ((swallowing sound)) ...very unwell at present...
I don't believe that I shall be... ((Sharp hiss of discomfort.)) ...going out today at all.
((Breathing for a moment, yes, breathe, it's all right.))
...
Not that I'd want to with all the madness out there.
I shall be...well tomorrow, I know.
Bloody, awful, stupid, damnable City.
((Quieter, muffled by blankets now, higher pitched: an acute pain now.))
Riff--((a high, whining sound...))
((Momentary fumbling.))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Souvenirs You Never Lose. Every last scar on his back has opened and they sting all over again. Every. Last. One. He absolutely will not let anyone see, touch, or know about these scars (save Riff), so don't expect him to tell you what's wrong. He'll be lying on his stomach all day, the door locked and barred, with a towel on his back, hurting in more ways than one. Added to that, he's also suffering the effects of the arsenic his father used to hide in the sugar for his tea. Pain and fainting to be expected in addition to the bleeding. It's almost as good as turning him into a kid again.]