[Voice & Action][Cabin 7]
[Axel has managed, with a great deal of effort, to haul himself into a sitting position. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and, using the wall, hauls himself to his feet - he almost falls immediately, but staggers towards the window.]
Hey, asshole. [He doesn't know if the crow is transmitting, but he's talking to the Reaper, and something tells him the big floating ninny might be listening.] I've decided I agree with you. Death really is the best punishment.
I want to talk to you, face to non-face; be a dear and grant me that one request, yeah?
[Breaking the window is easier than standing up, because he can just use his own momentum against the glass. He swings his arm into it, heavy-limbed, and when it shatters noisily he grabs one of the largest shards of glass before it can fall outside. Then it'd be a real bitch to retrieve. He knows he doesn't have long; his cabinmates probably heard the breaking window.]
I don't feel like waiting around. Besides. Dresden says that dying of thirst is a real pain. So we're gonna do this my way. [He lines the glass shard up with the artery in his neck, which is hard with his hands shaking from dehydration, but he manages.]
I'm on my way, ugly.
[He shoves the glass in and yanks it down and across his throat in one jerky movement.]
Hey, asshole. [He doesn't know if the crow is transmitting, but he's talking to the Reaper, and something tells him the big floating ninny might be listening.] I've decided I agree with you. Death really is the best punishment.
I want to talk to you, face to non-face; be a dear and grant me that one request, yeah?
[Breaking the window is easier than standing up, because he can just use his own momentum against the glass. He swings his arm into it, heavy-limbed, and when it shatters noisily he grabs one of the largest shards of glass before it can fall outside. Then it'd be a real bitch to retrieve. He knows he doesn't have long; his cabinmates probably heard the breaking window.]
I don't feel like waiting around. Besides. Dresden says that dying of thirst is a real pain. So we're gonna do this my way. [He lines the glass shard up with the artery in his neck, which is hard with his hands shaking from dehydration, but he manages.]
I'm on my way, ugly.
[He shoves the glass in and yanks it down and across his throat in one jerky movement.]