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[ it’s that Grayson kid this time, kneeling at a bit of an awkward crouch next to a rusting, darkness seeping dumpster. However he got the NV pointed in that direction without propping it against something, it seems a little deliberate. But not quite deliberate enough to screen out the red, fresh-looking blood drying on the front of his shirt. ]...

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voice; placeholder, but I wanted to get this in!

[quackery]

[The tone of his voice, the blood on his shirt, and the name of one of her best friends here immediately makes her nervous. The truth hasn't even crossed her mind - still, her voice is tense with panic.]

I know her... Why?

voice; private \o/ no worries! <3

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She, um.

...She died.

voice; private 1/3?

[quackery]

[Stunned, unaccepting silence.]

voice; private 2/4

[quackery]

[Then a noise of dismay; of pain, though it's muffled as she plants her hand to her mouth in shock.]

voice; private 3/4

[quackery]

[Immediately, a million protests come to the front of her mind. Raven, one of the best friends she had in the Port, dead?

But seconds pass, and not one of those denials come out.]

4/4

[quackery]

[After another few moments, she can feel tears forming rapidly - so she simply cuts the feed.]

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[ wow he can't even do this part right. :c ]