∅ twenty-second virus unleashed

[thatsmy_niche]

[There's the sound of a thud. The soft kind of thud of a journal falling to the floor. And there's a door slam. And moments later there's a crash. And another one. And another one. Glass meeting a hard surface. Oh, there goes another one. This goes on for a bit, and then there's a long long beat of silence.

Then there's music, and it's blaring loud. Something rap with a hard beat behind it. And the forgotten journal is found...]

For all y'all who don't know? This place is a BEE-YOCH. Yeah? Got it? Don't forget it.

[For the record? Hardison sounds very, very pissed off. And bitter.

And...he's going to start singing. Over his music. If you could see him, his arms would be outstretched and he'd be dancing a bit.]

♪ Paradisa's a big fat beeyoch, faa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa.
Sophie Devereaux's left the ho-ouse, faa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa ♪

[and...another crash.]

WOOOO!

[and silence for awhile. He even turns down the music.]

Sophie Devereaux.
[he writes this, because he isn't sure he can say it out loud.]

You said you weren't going anywhere.

Guess that's what I get for taking the word of a grifter.
.Sophie

[and he sits here, and closes his eyes, as he's finally starting to calm down some. Sorry for the loud wakeup, folks.]