[starts out recorded]
[[OOC: Do please pretend this is backdated to morning?]]
[there's a soft gasp, and the 'thump' of knees hitting the ground]
No... No, no.
[her breathing is ragged, and there's the rustle of fabric, and blood seeping into the journal pages]
No, Lya, sweetie, open your eyes...
[silence for a while, and then writing that is oddly composed, though very slow to appear]
If...there is anyone willing to help me transport a body to the morgue...
The help would be greatly appreciated.
[there's a soft gasp, and the 'thump' of knees hitting the ground]
No... No, no.
[her breathing is ragged, and there's the rustle of fabric, and blood seeping into the journal pages]
No, Lya, sweetie, open your eyes...
[silence for a while, and then writing that is oddly composed, though very slow to appear]
If...there is anyone willing to help me transport a body to the morgue...
The help would be greatly appreciated.