FOURTY-EIGHT (for the calm)

Nov 15, 2007 10:38

[Voice Post | | Accidental Enough • Real Time Post]

[Click.]

[The clock hits midnight, and Robin's eyes fly open. He starts coughing violently,]

Τι- [More coughing, a gasp and then a pause, regaining composure,] Αυτό που στην κόλαση εγώ χτες τη νύχτα... Αγαπητός ‘Ερμης...

[He takes a moment to survey in his surroundings.]

Ζευς... Πού είναι ι? Πού είναι-... [A pause as he remembers what century this is, the most commonly spoken language isn't Greek, anymore.] ...Where is this?

[A sharp intake of breath.]

And why does it smell like... ah. [He looks down at himself, confused and perturbed, but mostly perturbed.]

It seems like I'll have to mourn the loss of my favorite shirt ...again.

[Click.]

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[ooc Robin died in his What If scenario, yesterday, and just woke up at George's. Comment Log for anyone who would be in George's apartment, journal post for anyone else ♥ AND LOL THIS IS BACKDATED TO MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT because I can't stay up that laaaaate >>; Lastly, if I suddenly disappear, I'll be back around 8/9 PM EST. BACK.]

say hello to my ego, mourning the loss of my favorite shirt, abbagor, greek, real time post, georgia~, curse, george, voice post

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