054. [Voice Post.]
[The microphone clicks on with a loud jolt, as though it was jostled directly before switching on, and a pair of small footsteps disappear into the distance.]
[Thirty seconds of silence. At last, someone else - an adult - enters the room, shutting the door. His footsteps are agitated, and the dull echo in the room implies it is Shu's office for anyone who's been there.]
[He stops, makes a noise in the back of his throat to clear it, and his voice is a mutter, drowned out almost instantly by the sound of the filing cabinet rolling loudly open, files flipped through. Only a few words can be picked out - notably the repeated use of 'damn' and something or other about Apple. Finally, it's quiet enough for his voice to surpass it.]
-- no great surprise that he turned out the way he did, given his experiences. I ought not to be so troubled by it.
[Agitated flipping through papers, and then a tapping as he knocks them back down and files the folder away again, retrieving another.]
I suspected this was coming. Not quite in this fashion, but--
[A brief pause and then a very, very loud slam.]
... Right.
Damn it, think. Where would it be?
... If those children have been in here...
[A long pause. Suddenly, his footsteps grow rapidly louder, and he leans over the microphone. His breathing is quick and agitated.]
Is this recording?
... Damn it all to--!
[The sound clicks off.]
[ ooc: I don't know who did it, though. xD Presumably the Al Bhedians. CLAIM RESPONSIBILITY AT YOUR PERIL, VERY SMALL CHILDREN. ♥ ]
[Thirty seconds of silence. At last, someone else - an adult - enters the room, shutting the door. His footsteps are agitated, and the dull echo in the room implies it is Shu's office for anyone who's been there.]
[He stops, makes a noise in the back of his throat to clear it, and his voice is a mutter, drowned out almost instantly by the sound of the filing cabinet rolling loudly open, files flipped through. Only a few words can be picked out - notably the repeated use of 'damn' and something or other about Apple. Finally, it's quiet enough for his voice to surpass it.]
-- no great surprise that he turned out the way he did, given his experiences. I ought not to be so troubled by it.
[Agitated flipping through papers, and then a tapping as he knocks them back down and files the folder away again, retrieving another.]
I suspected this was coming. Not quite in this fashion, but--
[A brief pause and then a very, very loud slam.]
... Right.
Damn it, think. Where would it be?
... If those children have been in here...
[A long pause. Suddenly, his footsteps grow rapidly louder, and he leans over the microphone. His breathing is quick and agitated.]
Is this recording?
... Damn it all to--!
[The sound clicks off.]
[ ooc: I don't know who did it, though. xD Presumably the Al Bhedians. CLAIM RESPONSIBILITY AT YOUR PERIL, VERY SMALL CHILDREN. ♥ ]