[[ooc: Cut for language.]]
Is this thing working?
[Hidan pauses, trying to fiddle with the microphone.]
Fucking, piece of shit... I can't believe I have to use this but fuck knows I can't type worth shit. Just so everyone knows, this is all bull. The key card, the food points or whatever... and these fucking classes? I'm not taking...
[He pauses, the sound of paper rustling in the background.]
Math? Art class? -- Fuck, Deidara would like that... But what the hell? I'm a grown ass man. I'm not doing any of this stuff. All I'm gonna' do is praise my god and try to find a way off this hellhole.
[Hidan leans back in his chair, making it squeak.]
Just so you all know, he's coming for you. My god, Jashin-sama, the god of death is coming for you. If I wasn't thinking that one of you idiots might know something then you all would go meet him right the fuck now. Understand me? You all are only alive because this is a challenge he sent me... sons of bitches...
Kakuzu is going to kill me. All I was doing was running through the forest and somehow I magically end up in this place? What bullshit.
And these rooms, they're so stupid... remind me a lot of the rooms back in the hideout in Mist. But hey, at least it's not raining...
[Hidan pauses for a second, drawing the blinds down a second later.]
Fuck, are you kidding me? It is storming out... Go fucking figure. I'm done with this shit...
[He reaches over, quickly shutting the mic off.]