52nd Report :: [Audio//English] ihu jinx [Forward dated to this evening]
*Marco awakes with a start, not that he'd ever 'woken up' after death any other way. One moment there was pain and fading consciousness, the next he was awake and fine. He'd never get used to it...or at least he hoped he wouldn't die enough for that to happen. He sits up and sighs, looking over what he could see of his body and then running his hands over his face. Everything looks normal...but that wasn't a surprise. He was just too paranoid to accept it as fact without checking it.
Everything was gone again, of course. He'd have to go over what was worth asking for back and what didn't matter. He had more clothes and cigarettes (though it was always nice to get those back), so they weren't an issue. The knife and flask could be replaced, but it'd be harder so it'd be nice to have it back. His notebook, though...Marco wasn't sure how much was left in it. Hopefully it was all sketchy enough to be useless to anyone else.
He sighs and heads into the bathroom, grabbing the comm off his table out of habit. A drink would really be nice, but water was needed before alcohol. Something about the explosion made him think he was parched. With everything seeming fine so far, his guard wasn't up as high as it should have been. Things had been fine last time, after all, so he hadn't expected the mirror to reveal anything new.
He ends up dropping the comm in shock. His eyes. The audio clicks on with a clatter as the comm drops to the ground*
--ck...
*Marco scowls and slams his fist into the bathroom wall. Fuck! He really should have known better. He got lucky once, but of course that wouldn't last.*
God damnit.
*Marco sighs and leans over to pick up his comm. He puts on his professional voice as he notices the thing has turned on. Nothing going on here, kthx :|*
I have a question to ask anyone who's died lately. Specifically since the crew told us they altered the system.
And I seem to have misplaced my notebook. *Right. You're not fooling anyone, Marco* If anyone's found it, I'd like it back.
((random tl;dr, woo. and i gotta bed right after work today, so...forward dating. Can tag some at work, but can't really make new posts there so...yeah.
Right, so, dead. Missing his t-shirt, shorts, boots, belt, socks, boxers, cigs+lighter, knife+(poorly)homemade holster and a pocket-sized notebook with a red cover and most of the pages torn out.))
Everything was gone again, of course. He'd have to go over what was worth asking for back and what didn't matter. He had more clothes and cigarettes (though it was always nice to get those back), so they weren't an issue. The knife and flask could be replaced, but it'd be harder so it'd be nice to have it back. His notebook, though...Marco wasn't sure how much was left in it. Hopefully it was all sketchy enough to be useless to anyone else.
He sighs and heads into the bathroom, grabbing the comm off his table out of habit. A drink would really be nice, but water was needed before alcohol. Something about the explosion made him think he was parched. With everything seeming fine so far, his guard wasn't up as high as it should have been. Things had been fine last time, after all, so he hadn't expected the mirror to reveal anything new.
He ends up dropping the comm in shock. His eyes. The audio clicks on with a clatter as the comm drops to the ground*
--ck...
*Marco scowls and slams his fist into the bathroom wall. Fuck! He really should have known better. He got lucky once, but of course that wouldn't last.*
God damnit.
*Marco sighs and leans over to pick up his comm. He puts on his professional voice as he notices the thing has turned on. Nothing going on here, kthx :|*
I have a question to ask anyone who's died lately. Specifically since the crew told us they altered the system.
And I seem to have misplaced my notebook. *Right. You're not fooling anyone, Marco* If anyone's found it, I'd like it back.
((random tl;dr, woo. and i gotta bed right after work today, so...forward dating. Can tag some at work, but can't really make new posts there so...yeah.
Right, so, dead. Missing his t-shirt, shorts, boots, belt, socks, boxers, cigs+lighter, knife+(poorly)homemade holster and a pocket-sized notebook with a red cover and most of the pages torn out.))