[Yells to try and break through the other's panic. 'Cause he recognises instantly what's going on.]
Listen-don't just use your hands, tear a piece off the lid, all right? It'll help dig- I'll try to find- [How the hell, doesn't even know who this is to follow a scent, and not like they can know where they've been buried... What's worst about this is they've clearly not been turned.]
Wha- [the owner of the voice sounds groggy, as if he had just woke up - because that's exactly what happened. Your answer woke him up.] Who? ... the hell you talking about, man?
[he doesn't sound panicked at all - if you catch a hitch in breathing, well, he just woke up. And the nightmares tend to cling.]
[She's up and halfway out the door, forget changing out of her nightclothes (I mean really Anatole? All the weird crap you see, I really don't think dinosaur print boyshorts and a tank top are going to be a blip on the radar.) but she's got the axe.]
Well you were clawing your way out of a coffin for one
Jason you were. Shit. I saw you in---
---in a coffin.
I heard you. I heard ...him.
[How often does this happen? No. Not me in my underwear on the balcony with a giant "borrowed" axe. (Cause that's twice) The nightmares, Jason. I thought I knew before. But I didn't. Not even close. Isn't there something out here to kick the mist out of?]
[Video| Private]jaytoddOctober 23 2010, 01:23:31 UTC
[Jason, in the feed. Very much awake, if groggy looking. He hasn't shaved yet, and there is a sweat stain around the collar of his shirt. Impossible to see where in Anatole he is, the room behind him is completely anonymous, save for the jar that can be seen in a corner. His voice sounds tired.]
-yeah, I saw... fucking Mist. I.
Well.
It was nothing brand new and mindfucking, at least. [I could have dreamed of Quatre.]
He... S'worse when I can see him. Either of them, even.
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[Yells to try and break through the other's panic. 'Cause he recognises instantly what's going on.]
Listen-don't just use your hands, tear a piece off the lid, all right? It'll help dig- I'll try to find- [How the hell, doesn't even know who this is to follow a scent, and not like they can know where they've been buried... What's worst about this is they've clearly not been turned.]
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[he doesn't sound panicked at all - if you catch a hitch in breathing, well, he just woke up. And the nightmares tend to cling.]
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O...kay...
So you're not trying to claw your way out of a coffin, then?
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What?
[then an audible pause. He doesn't remember having posted anything, why is he getting-]
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Jay?! JASON?!
Where are you?!
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[He doesn't sound like someone who is buried alive - or just was buried alive.]
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Well you were clawing your way out of a coffin for one
Jason you were. Shit. I saw you in---
---in a coffin.
I heard you. I heard ...him.
[How often does this happen? No. Not me in my underwear on the balcony with a giant "borrowed" axe. (Cause that's twice) The nightmares, Jason. I thought I knew before. But I didn't. Not even close. Isn't there something out here to kick the mist out of?]
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-yeah, I saw... fucking Mist. I.
Well.
It was nothing brand new and mindfucking, at least. [I could have dreamed of Quatre.]
He... S'worse when I can see him. Either of them, even.
[Like your style, Dawn. Cute boyshorts]
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Jason! What's going on?
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It's- I'm alright, 'kay? The mist is fucking with us again. Watch out and take care of yourself, Riza.
'Twas just a nightmare.
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Are you sure you're all right?
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[-quieter]... wasn't expecting to ever see it again. I'll be alright, Riza, I swear. [thank you]
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