[Audio]

Nov 04, 2008 00:28

[The sounds of dripping water and the occasional 'pop' of gunfire and explosions in the street below are drowned out by great ragged gulps of  air and jittery clenched-jaw shivers burnt out adreneline, and there's a dim sound of anxious tapping, a dull metallic ping]

Guys, I'm...I'm really sorry, wanna help fight, I just don't have the heart to-

Right now, and....and hold tight, 'cause I can't- Oh gosh...Oh no...

Poor Linda...

[A whimper.]

Oh Poor Linda.

She like...must've exploded or something. Like a star turned supernova, or-

[A croaked and sickened gasp, or hiccup, or possibly a dry heave...]

I think I'm gonna throw up again.

[OOC NOTE, MOD APPROVED: About 3 minutes after this post, scattered rainshowers will fall on a three block radius surrounding Horton, and continue for the next half hour or so.]

sick of fighting, heartbroken, mourning the bandmate, burntout, insert emo instrumental here

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