Aug 03, 2008 13:55
[The transmission opens to some short breaths, Tomokai's been running. She drops to the floor with a soft thud and if you listen closely, you may be able to hear her mumbling "get it together" in Japanese. After a long while, there's a shaky breath and Tomokai's voice comes in, calm and clear with a near-perfect north-London accent]
... Hello? Is there... am I alone?
I've... I'm... This isn't London. There aren't any of those in London. They don't exist. Could this be... did Eugine have something to do with this, or... Jack, is this you?
[There's the distinctive click-spin-click of someone checking a revolver and suddenly it's obvious she's talking to herself now, instead.]
It's loaded, but, I... I should've picked up ammo before I left from somewhere.
I must've crashed on my way to find Jack... this is a hallucination.
... I'll just wait here until I wake up...
ooc; Underscore=Japanese. Also, she's run into Horton apartments and is sitting on the floor, leaned up against the wall clutching her gun for anyone who wants to find her.]
not funny gaiz,
those aren't real,
not london anymore,
omgwot