Mar 04, 2011 22:52
[the Forge ID Number is unfamiliar, and to almost anyone here, the voice is unfamiliar, too. Unfamiliar, but most assuredly male.]
[All you can see is dark sky and streetlamps.
[He laughs a little, something deep and unnatural and gravelly...]
Hey. That light means it's off, right? Heh heh.
[You hear a cry - someone in pain.]
Better not be on. Just try to fool me. I'm not stupid. Bet you can't call for help now, you--
Hey! You turned that thing on!
[There's a scream, and a cracking, squashing sound - like someone crushing a particularly hard melon. And then there's this eye - gold and half-closed.]
Stupid.
isley,
-event: shadows from history