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