[ a creak of a door kicks it off, preceded by the steady pacing of footsteps. Measured, controlled, it seems that's about it to the whole broadcast ( Read more... )

You're jus' sleepin' again, right? Sora? Still there, right?

Sora? Sora.

Sora?

[silence, for but a moment, before there's a knocking sound against the speaker, and for once, one could almost call that tone polite]Hey, has anyone heard from a skinny gimp in a wheelchair? Wearin' a cap? Sounds kinda like me. Level one, I think he was in ( Read more... )

[there's the sharp rattle of knuckles on grating, as if someone were knocking on the intercom speaker. it's closely followed by a laugh. it's a contemptuous sound, a harsh bark of a noise. it's almost at odds with the unusually articulate speech that follows.]

Must be a dream job, eh? Getting to impose your will on the rest of the poor, ( Read more... )

Sora? Sora. Sora.

[it's silence for a long while, broken only by the faint hiss of breath against the speaker]

Shim-- Simca. Simca.

[a loud 'tsk'ing sound, then the distant scrape of shoes on cement, steady and rhythmic as if he had taken to pacing]

This place is both too big and too small. Fuck it.

[it's all silence for a while, before there's the hiss of breath, a muttered curse]

Shit. Had better been worth it, you fuckers.

Sora? Sora?

I want a new head.

This place is feelin' more an' more like a funeral house each day. Fuckin' sutras over the intercom and everythin'. The hell is everyone so damn quiet? I swear, I can almost smell the formaldehyde. Ever smell that shit? It's nasty ( Read more... )

Sora? Hey, Sora. You there? How ya holdin' up?

Kid's gone from the room. Haven't heard from th' broad since... yesterday? How do we know what we're eatin' ain't that soylent green shit?

Hey, bro? Sora? How're you holdin' up?

...

No one took your eye or anythin' yet, right?

You know, I didn't think this would be so, well, awkward.

Heidi, was it? Don' worry. Sheets are yours.

Sora? You all right? How'd it go with that broad? She didn't do nothin', did she?

Speakin' o' broads, think I got a room-mate. Better t' mix it up than a twenty-four-hour sausage fest, yeah?